” She went into Camille’s room, bolted herself in, and came out looking splendid, and had only on beneath the wrapper, her coarse chemise, which I...could see (as indeed I knew before) just reached below her knees. My heart palpitated, I was in my dressing-gown, she with but the thinnest garments on.The champagne was before us, we were on the sofa, my arm was round her waist; through the thin folds of her light dress I could feel her firm haunches and well-moulded body; I talked baudy, squeezed. She walked back in her room and finally noticed the empty potion bottle next to what was now her floating panties and bra."Shit", she whispered. She walked toward them, but they backed away as she got close."I command you to sit still", she whispered toward her rebellious underwear but they continued to back away from her."Damn it, I guess if I don't command them the second I give them life they pretty much do what they want to", she thought.She lunged toward her panties and landed on the bed. "Group 4: Martin, Eric and Meagan." I scanned the room twice but could not find Martin anywhere. My luck had increased 10 fold. *** Meagan and I entered one of the empty classrooms down the hall, followed by Mrs.Holloway "Since Martin isn't here today, you two will have to continue without him," she said before turning and leaving the room. "Well I guess we get. Tonight she wouldbe in full gloat, and Mommie would be so proud of her daughter, thetorturess-in-training, so proud of the progress made in shaping herprogeny in her mother's image.The doorbell rang, and I dutifully opened it. A tall, very well-built manin his mid-twenties stood there, smiling confidently at me."Please come in, sir," I said sweetly, in my lilting voice, always awarethat a brief reminder shock might come if I were not feminine enough."Thank you," Dirk said pleasantly, smiling.