Maybe forever. Right now, you need both of us, and neither of us want there to be any problems. What do you want to do tonight? I’m at your disposal...”“Anything?” she asked, smirking.“I know you well enough to answer that in a positive way, so, yes.”“You do,” she sighed. “Let’s go to the Spencer’s and sit in the sauna. You can bring me home after that. And tomorrow, go have breakfast with your little sister, and then come get me to go to Grandfather’s house.”“Perfect. Do you mind if I stop and. Myclothes were now all female. Even compared to Marla's area, mine wereextremely feminine. Almost everything I owned were pastel, or brightcolors with interesting details, like lace, ruffles, glitter, or beads.I had only two pairs of pants, a tight pair of jean leggings and whitestretch capris. Both lacked a front fly and pockets, being as feminineas pants could be. The rest of my clothes were now dresses or skirtsand blouses. At least I could retreat to my male clothes in the spareroom if. I was a little uncomfortable as there were a lot of empty seats and only a few dozen people, but he chose to sit next to me. I couldn’t see much about him as it was dark and concentrated on watching the movie instead.I had worn a medium skirt that day and in the theater, I started to feel a bit chilly. I noticed the guy shifting in his seat a bit but dismissed it from my mind. Soon, however, I felt his fingertips lightly rack my lower thigh just above my knee and brushing a little higher. I was. Beating Amanda out the door, he looked for Carrie. When Amanda came out, he asked her, “Where’s Carrie?”“Oh, forgot to tell you. She left for a short trip with her family right after lunch yesterday. She will be back on Monday.”James looked at her, turned and without a word, started running. For the entire hour, he did not say anything or look at Amanda. All that build up for nothing.When they got back home, Amanda grabbed him and said, “What is your problem?”“You pushed me to call Carrie but.