“Ok, turn the water back on,” she said. I walked out of the bathroom, glancing back at her. As I did, I caught her looking at me. Our eyes met and...she blushed. I went downstairs, turned the water back on and hurried back upstairs. “It’s back on!” I said as I walked into the bathroom. I took my time walking back so that I could marvel at her body from afar. Long legs, amazing body, great hair - how could she possibly be a plumber? When I came back in she had removed the broken handle and was. The strange thing was that he was getting ingredients out of a drawer. I figured he was just putting double shotters in a glass and mixing them. He turned around. "Here, bud. This ones on the house" "What is it?" I asked. "Let's just say it will improve your social life and help you make a few friends, eh?" "Alright" I replied. And with that, I guzzled the concoction down my throat and slammed the glass vigorously on the table. The bartender smiled. "Hmmm. That tasted almost like juice, what. Hills. Dr. Hills had already scheduled an appointment for me and I eagerly made the appointment on time, not quite sure of what to expect, but something told me that it would be different. Dr. Green spent about fifteen minutes talking with me, and informed me that she had already conferred with her sister about my “issues” with MEF. Suffice to say that I was somewhat embarrassed and yet curious as to what her suggestions might be. As it turned out, she delegated my “treatment” to a nurse who. For some reason, I thought I would try it on, so I undressed, put it on, and paraded in front of the mirror (no underwear). My immature little penis got stiff, but I had yet to discover the delights of ejaculation.I walked around upstairs for about 30 minutes, then took it off and put my boy clothes back on.The next year we moved house, and I started to get an interest in the laundry basket! Every bath time, I would have a look through and discovered my mother’s nylon full slips. I still hadn’t.