" He was right. I had a woman's hairstyle, my nails werepainted, and my chest felt as sensitive as I'd always imaginedbreasts would be. I'd just r...done my very own makeup so he'd findme more attractive, and I was dressed in the most feminine ofclothes. I had completely forgotten about the limp cock tapedbetween my legs, and I had become comfortable with the tampon inmy ass. I was a sissy - not quite a real girl, but certainly nolonger a boy. "D-do you mean it, Sir?" He had made me this. She pulled down herpanties, and slid a matching lace pink thong up her smooth legs, andhanded me a white lace one. I blushed crimson, which I'm sure she saw. Ifroze. But I guess there was no going back or I would have ruined ourperfect day. I pulled down my panties, and almost fell over trying toslip the thong around my ankles. Liz caught me and we dissolved intogiggles. My breasts were bouncing all over the place, and I wondered ifthey'd even fit in this size 4 creation that had a chiffon. The kid wakes up from a night of bad dreams and turns back on to reality." Grant Hart was sitting crosslegged on top of the secretary's desk, chipping away at its peeling varnish. A floor lamp was sitting next to him, dust motes floating around in its beam. "Your bad dreams, for the most part." It's still gonna be seen as a preachy piece of shit, like the stuff we used to put out. You wanna play in front of mohawked D-students the rest of your life? Why are you so much in love with that song,. I chose my seat well. She sat up ahead in the stew's chairs facing the rear. I had a clear view of her as she sat during takeoff. The gorgeous view of her legs sheathed in coffee toned nylons sure beat the scenery outside. As she crossed her legs and recrossed them, I could almost hear the distinct sound of nylons. There were many tantalizing views of her stockings as her dress rode up enough to provide glimpses up her thighs. In the middle of the short flight, she came down the aisle serving.