I slipped away up the stairs and went into my bedroom. It had changedspectacularly. The walls were painted baby pink, the bed and curtainswere in a ma...ching pink flowery pattern. My football posters had gonefrom the walls to be replaced by pictures of ponies.They must have been planning this for ages, I thought as I noticed along mirror hanging on the wall by the door. I stood in front of it.OMG - I looked just like a girl.I then walked over to the wardrobe. My boy shirts had all gone ofcourse,. ... She frown's to herself and figures that Garet will like it regardless (or she hoped anyways) and begins to strip down. Standing in just the black and blue thong now as she slides the dress over her head and let's it drop.Looking at herself in the mirror and mostly admiring her shapely thighs and bubble butt. Smiling a little bit, happy that she decided on this dress as she turns and looks at her shoe situation. She smiles when she see's a pair of black flats and grabs them sliding them on. I didn't write in it then, as I figured two was enough. Besides, they were being computer pigs! However, Daddy is out of town for a few days at a medical conference, so I have access to this now. No, they did not leave us here alone. We are staying at Rebecca's house, three doors down, but we have access to the house. Although I consider myself a good, moral and trustworthy person, I guess I must be a little lower in moral fiber than Amy and Victoria, because, unlike Amy and Victoria, I could. Except a little more so. Over the years her child like acts of affection had become more and more overtly sexual. She loved getting in my lap and rubbing her bubble butt on my cock while her mother watched TV in the living room with us. When we were alone she wandered around the house half dressed most of the time, and it seemed that the only panties she owned any more were thongs. It was Saturday morning, and I was being lazy, relaxing with my morning coffee. I enjoy the quiet time in the.