She tried a couple of different looks but Idid like the shadow look around my eyes and the color of my lips waspretty sexy, I thought. She spritzed a ...retty smelling perfume on andthen had me stand to put on the slip. Mother noticed I still had a boyshape even after I put on the slip. She suggested a fuller slip or maybea tutu to give me a curvy shape around my waist. Yes, she said, I'd needa cincher as well. Danged if I knew what she was talking about. She hadme lift my arms and bend down a. She was really excited. She made it known in no uncertain terms that I was expected to be there.When I arrived at the dojo on Tuesday afternoon, I went straight to see Levi. Levi is about my height and solid, although not bulky. I guess if I had to pick a word to describe him, it would be wiry. He kept his head shaved, had dark bushy eyebrows, and expressive eyes. His full name was Levi Peretz, and someone had told me once that he was some kind of commando in the Israeli Defense Forces, before. And she was right. She deserved more. She deserved someone who would be there all the time. Not part time. So that’s how it was, Dearest of friends but just friends. He traveled for work quite a bit. Usually leaving Monday morning and returning Friday evening. Far too many dinners alone staring at his reflection in the mirror behind the hotel bar. He did get smiles and looks from others. Never an overt offer, but enough suggestive conversation that he was sure he was getting hit on by women,. Not to mention her tits, HER TITS, they looked like they were formed by a god. They hung in a beautiful teardrop shape, with protruding nipples that strained against the fabric of her clothing. They defied gravity and provided a deep valley of glorious cleavage. All that was wrapped in perfect sun kissed and unblemished skin, and further wrapped in a tight blue dress that had a deep cowl neck halter that announced to her world that her back, arms, abs and rack were here and meant to be.