He put his fishnets in one of his bags butthrew the dress and thong into the toilet, deeming them too conservativefor his new sluttier look. He resolv...d that he was never going to wearpanties either. He walked back out into the shop and the clerk gasped.He saw a hot blonde wearing a fetish outfit and he could also see his nowlocked up penis under his short miniskirt. "Oh my god, you're a guy?"Said the clerk. "Not anymore." He said as he walked out the door. Heput his new purchases in the. Phil was somewhat happy, but also not. In order to get out of the roomhe had to produce two liters of milk within a set time period. In orderto produce milk he had to have breasts. In order to have breasts thedrugs in the food had to start working a lot more quickly, because thoughhe could feel two little nubs, they just weren't really growing yet.However, Phil figured that the suction would help inducing him to producesomething whatever. He'd read about that kind of thing, and maybe. “Do I really have to?”Dana clapped her hands, making Tina jump.“Don’t make me say it again!” she said. “Rub. My. Feet!”“Ok”, said Alice, in a quiet, tentative tone, as if she were really afraid. She gave one last wink to her mother, who was finding it difficult to keep from laughing.Alice grabbed Tina by the ears, and shifted her closer to her mother’s feet by shoving and kicking her. She pulled on her ears hard, squeezing them in her hands, bringing tears to her eyes, but Tina did her best to. It was completely coincidental; I used to help Dhanya’s brother in his academics, so there were very less chances that we spoke face to face. Later on when I got my job I was completely busy and had no time for other stuff, as days went by I completely forgot the very existence of Dhanya until she messaged me out of nowhere on Whatsapp.I was completely unaware of her phone number nor was her picture good on Whatsapp but the curious child in me wanted to know who it was and so I replied back.