Earrings that dangled. A necklace. An ankle chain. Heavy bracelets.The week after that, he told me his name was now Allison. She asked meto please cal... her that. "Mistress'" Ashley demanded it.Then it was a long blond wig, worn in a French braid. Often, she said,her Mistress like her in pigtails with a bit of pink dye.Every week, this lovely man inched toward womanhood. Every time we met,there was something else to further the transition. His wife must beheartless, the kind of woman you read. Bodice that clearly shows the bra underneath, the barest suggestion of a "skirt" to cover her cute ass, white panties visible, white thigh high stockings, and tall white high-heel boots. I think there was a hat, too, but I could barely notice. I was floored."Can you help me tie the laces on the boots?" she asked."Are you serious?? You want to... go... like this?" Don't you like it?" she pouted. She's messing with me. She must be messing with me.I tell her to come with me. We head back upstairs. “I didn’t know about you until last weekend and he told me it was a summer fling. I’m sorry that I didn’t know,” I said quickly defending myself. She sighed, “I shouldn’t be blaming you. I’m sorry, but I’m just so pissed.” “I understand, and I want to hear your side,” I said, feeling a little better about how this might go. “Okay, well Jeremy and I have known each other since diapers. Our parents are friends. We’ve been going to camp since we were seven, started dating when we were fourteen,. “Plus you now have cute outfits to wear on weekends.”“I really don’t do much on weekends, except go bowling, out to eat and the occasional school dance,” she replied.“You could wear one to the gym’s holiday party,” I said. “You’d look so hot.”“Really?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied. “You’re very pretty. And some of the guys at the gym have been checking you out?”“Like who?” she asked excitedly.“Pony Tail Paul,” I said.“Gross,” she said laughing. “He’s so old.”“And Randy,” I replied.“Really?” she.