Under it I wore a pointlessly ruffled white blouse. It looked out of place beneath the stern blazer. I considered granny heels but they would have mad... my efforts too obvious. I tried on quite a few pairs until I was satisfied with how little flats did for my legs. I overdid the makeup. I put on rouge until it was pretty obvious that couldn’t possibly be my natural coloring. I went overboard with eye shadow, though that tawdry display fell far short of the clownish makeup of Mimi on the Drew. She saw herself in the mirror. What a pathetic sight. Her hair was a mess, no make-up, bloated stomach and she was shivering from the cold water filling her. Her body was lean and muscular and her breasts were firm and capped with hard swollen nipples. Her pussy was bare and she could see the moisture on its lips and on her thighs. Her hair was so very short and the blonde streaks made her look a whole lot younger than she was. She was embarrassed by herself and she thought 'I bet Amy is. " I pointed out the difference in women's breasts young and old."These are genitals?" She spread her legs a bit and gestured between. "Are they for something other than recycling?"I blushed my nervousness at the question. "Yes they are for reproduction and..." But can I, reproduce?" No..." And I have developed them. Why?" You weren't meant to develop, but your modeled on the human mind. Your makers barely understood what they were doing. They added that" I glanced to her vulva "as an option to. Of all the things I thought he might say to me, that was not one of them. I looked down at his crotch. I could see that his penis was pushing out hard against his slacks, and I figured it was what my ex-husband called a "piss hard-on."My husband left me over nine months ago for another woman, and I was not really keen on men at the moment, to say the least. When we were together, we had a very active sex life throughout high school. But for the last six years of our marriage, that sex part had.