“Yes. Sorry.” “That’s okay Neil,” he told him. “Now go downstairs and get dressed and wait for us.” Neil left them. Karl turned to he... and smiled. She felt that tingle again but it was mingled with fear. Suddenly she realised that the feeling was well founded when he reached for the hairbrush on the dressing table. He turned to her again and put his arm around her once more. She realised that they were facing the mirror and she looked at herself standing naked next to him. She looked so. With my eyes locked on the girl inthe mirror, I put my small hands under my definitely not small boobs andpressed them together until the cleavage turned into a slot big enough tohandle a piece of toast. The weight in my hands felt considerable, andthe feeling from both my fingertips and my chest insisted that thesethings weren't cartoon balloons. They had weight, they had warmth, theyhad a faintly lumpy, faintly grainy sort of internal texture. They mightbe the first pair I'd handled, but they. Hello, I wear girl's clothes now.Several weeks later the four of us were out shopping as do alot. Paulwanted a new dress for a church event he and his wife were going to. Weall helped him pick a dress, it took forever. We all were in this largeladies dressing room. We sat there as Paul walked in and out of the smalldressing room modeling all these different dresses.Paul seemed to be a natural at this. Modeling all these dresses. Heseemed to focus on me asking me each time how I liked the. Don't get me wrong, the idea ... It still does not seem right though, with all ... Oh, hell, let's think about it."Deirdre smiled. "You're one great guy, Joey. You're always thinking of me first."Deirdre's dress and Joey's tux were returned cleaned and pressed by six p.m. and a little later, the two went out for dinner. The shows were not to their tastes and instead they just strolled along the Strip, watching the hordes of tourists with amusement. After returning to the Alexandria they wasted.