I tremble as his hands slide under my t-shirt. His hands caress my skin, gliding over my ribs. He pulls the garment up and over my head. And all at on...e, I am overcome with shyness.My best friend has never seen me without clothes. Suddenly I am worried that he won’t like what he sees. My body is more boy than girl. Years of track and field in high school and college have left me with a figure that is lean, toned, and athletic. But while my tummy is enviably flat, I have no real curves to speak. She was 5’8 tall, and her skin and horns were a lovely shade of sky blue. Her hair was black and fell in waves down to the base of her tail, which was poking out of the plain white and gray robe the priestess was wearing, which was long enough to hide her hooves. The Draenei priestess had a figure akin to that of a succubus, all curvy hips, flat stomach, and D-Cup breasts that were perfectly outlined by her robe. The only reason Shi’miri was there, Hazel thought with a hidden grimace, was that. Looking up he saw Ann for the first time and did a doubletake. He had never seen this woman before; he smiled and said goodmorning as he climbed in his car. Ann was somewhat flustered, she wasattracted to this man, but he was married, and she didn't know how tohandle people who had known her as a male. She quickly said good morningand ducked in her car.She started the car, and drove off. Driving a manual in heels in rushhour traffic was a new experience. Her skirt rode high on her. Steven gave her a silk blouse and Becca a small but versatile blender.Becca gave Steven a tweed hacking jacket which fitted him like a glove. That was hardly surprising as she had borrowed one of his jackets so that the tailor could copy the measurements. He was delighted with it.Steven cheated. He gave Becca two presents: one a book entitled Norman England and a beautiful and very extravagant brooch. She was delighted with the first, speechless about the second and could only cling to him.They.