You see, my brother - Steve, if you really must know - was your typical poster boy type.I wasn't.Yes, that kind of hate. A hatred born of envy, leadin... inevitably to a 'don't give a damn anymore' approach. Oh, it wasn't that I was ugly, no - the problem was that girls always gravitated to Steve, never sparing so much as a glance at anyone else once aware of his availability. We rarely speak now, bar the usual pleasantries. Hello, good morning, fed the cat yet? and so on.It was that which. Elizabeth's salon has aprogram to gradually feminize males through regular beauty treatments andsubtle hormonal infusion. Ashley told Margi the hardest part wasconvincing her husband to go to his first appointment. After that veryfirst appointment his demeanor changed rapidly and the weekly appointmentbecame the highlight of his week. Margi could not believe what Ashleywas describing to her. Martin's experience at Elizabeth's Salon wasturning him into the perfect house husband and. Jones began to sweat as he struggled in his chair to hide his erection. He quickly got up from his chair and ran toward the door in the back of his office, unlocking it he directed her to go inside ahead of him all the time trying to cover his crotch area.inside the office she slowly unbuttoned her blouse taking it off then removing her bra and letting her 38DD breast flop free. she then removed her plaid pleated skirt and pulled down her her white cotten pantys.As Mr. Jones began to strip,. "What did she look like? There have been a few women in here in the last half hour," I replied."A red head. It would have been it the last few minutes. She was with us but disappeared."I looked down and saw this drunken woman on my floor almost laughing. The way she was sitting with her knees up showed me her thin white panties. Holy shit, did she know I could see everything? Did she care?"Sir, no woman came in here but there was a red haired woman across the street a minute ago getting into a.