“You’re no help.” She crossed her legs, pointing a pump at me and showing a nice bit of leg, to boot. “Let’s take this step by step.” She ...iggled her shoe at me. “High heels or low heels?”“High. Definitely. The higher the better.”“Okay. Stockings or pantyhose?”“Stockings. Again, definitely.” This was getting interesting!“I thought so but had to be sure. Garter length or thigh high?” she asked.“Thigh high. I like them real long, right up to, well, you know.”“Oh. You see? I needed to know that.. . “Eager for my attention, aren’t you?” the master’s voice calls out from somewhere in that darkness with a bit of humor edging it. “Your transformation is nearly complete.”Kamari wants to answer yes and have nothing but the master sliding into her. But she cannot because she is curious about the changes and what they mean. How is it possible? Of course everything she has seen, has done would be determined impossible by any rational person. Despite her master’s words, the almost mocking tone of. Daughters became nearly desperate when they were Danni’s and Chica’s age, but my two said that they wanted to select an attractive man who would be acceptable and want both of them. How lucky can you get? They both enjoyed playing with other women so that probably slowed their search for an ideal mate.Dad leaned into my office, and asked, “How about a round on my favorite course with Joe and the pro? I knew that both of the dads enjoyed our favorite course and it sounded like fun with the pro. It was a smaller replica of the snarling wolverine symbol of the motorcycle club. The narrow straps of her nearly see-through top couldn’t hide the tattoo from Matti’s view.Matti spent a long time looking at the pictures, trying to come to terms with what he was seeing. It felt strange to him to see this side of Dawn, a side he would never have guessed she had. He also noticed the changes that the three men he recognized had undergone. All three were sporting long, unkempt hair, and unruly.