"Who's pairedwith who? I asked."Rachel, Britney, and I will be staying in a large suite on the topfloor," Amanda said, glancing over her shoulder. "Th... best I could dofor you was a room close to the stairs on the fifth floor." A conciergeheld open the door for us as we entered the lobby. "We'll be fine,thanks," Amanda said as another reached for her suitcase.As Amanda approached the front desk, Britney asked, "Why does Jay gether own room?" I gave her a deadpan stare. "Oh yeah. Never mind.". Just as I thought that, I felt my torso shrink and my muscular thighs stretch the pants legs as their composition changed to make them much shapelier. " I.. have to stop... thinking...about.... Woman....things......I am.....rocketing......toward .......womanhood...!" I am having trouble thinking through the sexual tension my pussy is putting me through.The clock says - 8:39AM - I get the sweat shirt on and thank God nothing happens. I have to get help. I look in the mirror. My face is feminine,. A situation much like now, wouldn't you agree? Is this whetting your appetite?" I like the basic principle, but I'd need some specific details. I'd assume that common police files would be of rather little interest or value to my employers." Naturally, but just for amusement value, let's just say that these rather particular files contain a good many rather significant and specific names, some dates and places, and listed certain felonies that were performed under specific Watters' orders, by. I went up the stairs as quietly as I could with the bottle and threeglasses. My knees were knocking as I silently went into the spare room next to the room Justin and Giselle were in , I could vaguely hear little mmMMs as I undressed. I left my sheer black stockings and suspenders on, and my high heels, but I removed my thong, covering it all with an ivory satin robe. I tottered, due to nerves, heels, and Chardonnay, back out of the spareroom, and put a trembling hand onto the doorhandly of.