White sheer thigh high stockings, and white three inch heels."You remembered?" she said with surprise."From the video," I said. "It's infinitely bette... in the flesh."She swayed to the bed, and pulled off the duvet. I smelled that perfume that had triggered such memories at the restaurant, an event which now seemed so long ago. I took a deep, deep breath and she smiled when she saw my obvious appreciation and reaction as it reared upward and twitched. She kicked off her heels and climbed onto. Nothing much, just a beauty salon and shop for some clothes and get your hormone regimen established -- no cosmetic surgery at all until later, when we see what's necessary. Tomorrow we'll play. It'll be such fun! Like when I was a little girl playing with my dollies!" "The second step is more difficult. It isn't easy to learn to think like a girl instead of a man. To get so you really want to do what girls do. I'll help you there too, but now that you've finally agreed to all this I. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I stopped in my tracks! My magazine was open at a centrefold picture of a mature brunette woman standing just in high heels and stockings with big breasts and a full bush cunt. Louise flicked through the pages of equally erotic pictures. “Is this how you like seeing girls?” she asked. There was a moments pause while I stood there speechless then she continued. “If I let you see. " I thought so too, but you left me, remember?" I responded, perhaps a little more tersely than I'd intended. I felt that okay, it was harsh, but we were no longer an item and therefore, her expectations of me continuing to do things for her, had to stop.She didn't look too pleased with that remark."We were friends until one of us decided that the other wasn't fun anymore and what's more, 'friends' don't walk out and not return other friend's phone calls, while still expecting them to help them.