Sigh. “Yes, right. Skirts and dresses are to come at least 1 inch above the tops of your knees when you stand, except for pantyhose days. One other ...hing. I’ll remove the modesty panel on your desk.”“You really want to show me off, don’t you?”“Indeed, Helene, that is the idea.”“OK, I really like my job requirements. How will I be compensated for all these clothes?”“I believe in delegating authority, so I’ll let the actual selection be up to you. The salary’s already high. I suggest a $500. A soft moan escapes from mylips. It feels as if I was under a spell, I know I should be revoltingagainst this feminization, but right now, this feels so damn good. Illjust go with the flow. As I feel a warm moist tingling between my smooththighs.I ease my left hand down over my marvelously smooth flat tummy into whatfeels like a neatly smooth slick curve of flesh with a small slitbeginning in front. My fingers encounter my male part, but instead ofsticking out most of my winky has withdrawn. When I broke our kiss to ask if we could reconvene in a more appropriate location, she wrapped her arms around me to hold my body tight against her, and breathed into my ear, “Can we go to your place? I’ve wanted to get naked in that big bedroom, on that enormous bed, ever since Abby gave me the grand tour a few months ago.“Not to sound like an arm chair psychiatrist, but I do think that you need to have great sex with a veritable stranger to start moving past Abby and on to the rest of your. April worked as a small town librarian and had settled into a humdrum sort of existence with a gentle and devoted husband who tried his best to satisfy her every whim without realizing that one man could never completely satisfy her unspoken whims. In earlier times, she had taken many chances at losing her happy home for the sake of a little spice. Then came the Internet. Saved by the 'net!Now, after having found a safe outlet for her life-enhancing fantasies, she had fallen into a cleverly.