The more I dressed him the more femininehe became. By now I'd moved him her and her clothes into the otherbedroom. She wasn't happy with that but we c...me to an agreement; I'd milkher once a week and she would sleep in the other room with all herfemale clothes. I'd even started teaching her to flirt with a guy althoughI didn't tell her what I was teaching her or why. She really was becoming areal woman. She'd grown her hair and I taught her makeup, had her earspierced, got her some jewellery,. Stuffings who normally resided in the bottom drawer of her dresser. The battery operated tubular device had served her well both in University and on the many holiday trips she had made with her parents in the next room. It would have been most unseemly to have invited a male acquaintance into her quarters with them in such close proximity.Now that she was alone, she merely solved her pussy-stuffing challenges with handy strange males up for a go and desperate for female company near closing. "But, I thought perhaps you had changed your mind. Really, George, if you would think about it..." Oh, I've been thinking about it," her neighbor grinned lewdly. "But I've only been making plans, not destroying them. The coffee is ready."Laura turned to the counter and unplugged the pot, pouring them both a cup. Don't let him put anything in it, she prayed to herself silently. Images of his licentiously naked body still lurked in her mind, urging her to do those things he had forced her to do. ”“Bill, it’s Louise Wilson. Got a minute?”“For you, sure. It’s a little squirrely here today, but...”“Well, how about lunch? Di Genarro’s?”“Good. Twelve thirty okay?”“See you then. Bye”At the restaurant, Louise found Bill at the entrance. They found a table and sat to wait for a server. It was a homey Italian restaurant they both knew and liked.“What’s up, Louise? To what do I owe this pleasure?”“Well, it’s good to see you, Bill, and it’s as much for that pleasure as anything else. Business.