"And pretty voice. I'll bet a pretty face goes with it!" Well, I..." Don't be modest." I wasn't being..." It doesn't matter. I'm sure you're perfect j...st the way you are! Would you like me to tell you a bit about myself?"For some reason Helen found herself feeling that she was perfect. Why not, after all. Here was someone who didn't know her, had not had time to assess all her faults, her little idiosyncrasies. Someone for whom she just might be perfect! The confused but oddly excited housewife. We talked about how weirdall the memory thing was, it was like you had lived two lives. When wesaid goodbye to each other, we hugged again. There was still no oneelse around. I walked home in the late afternoon sun, clutching my bag.When I reached my house, I realised how tired I was. My new body wasn'tas strong as my old one and couldn't handle even the shortest ofdistances let alone long ones. I opened the door and put my bag on thesideboard. I ran up to my room and pulled on a hoody. I tied. Hutchinson's eyes and cried, "OMG, I need to bemaking men cum."She patted Pansy on the behind and assured her, "Don't worry, littlesissy. You'll be making men cum before you know it."The confidence in her voice put Pansy at ease. If she, as a Superiorwoman that must be obeyed in all ways, wasn't worried then there was noreason for a silly sissy to be worried."There. Now you're all ready for you camisole." OMG," Pansy blushed."Close your eyes, Pansy Pumpscock."Pansy did, whispering with. I had gone this far and it was obvious to me that I'd have to be bolder. I debated whether or not to ask, but by then I was sufficiently aroused to throw caution to the wind."What about for your Daddy?" I whispered.She looked down at me and paused, swallowing nervously, obviously thinking. It seemed as if it was a half minute before she then nodded her head. My excitement was at fever pitch as my daughter, without further prodding, reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Then raising her.