Box after box. I was crying, tears of abjectjoy. All of the dreams and desires I'd had, my entire life, suppresseddown into nothingness, were all no... blossoming.Dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters, lingerie, makeup, shoes of everycolor and shape, loungewear, formalwear, casualwear, eveningwear. Mytiny living room was soon filled with clothes. All of them were gorgeousand feminine.All of them were my size, and colors I loved.All of them were me!One box held sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, cock. “Who's the woman?” I asked.“There's never been a woman,” she said.“You shouldn't lie.” I trembled. “Is it me?”Her eyes shot to mine. “Why do you think that, Sky? Just why are you here?”“I need some advice.” I took in a deep breath. “I can't go to my mother over this. She would freak out if she knew I had a crush on a married woman.”“Sky,” Mrs. Matthews groaned. “I think you should leave. I'm not interested in that sort of activity.”“You think it's you?” I grinned. “Mrs. Matthews, you're the. ”“I think we can help for sure. If you have someone call Kimmy, we’ll set it up. I’ll bring Sam with me; she’s our senior technical person.”“I’ll have Kai’s assistant Linda call Kimmy tomorrow.”“Excellent. Are you staying for the day?”“I have some stuff to do, but I’ll come back late in the afternoon for dinner and the family birthday celebration. He’s only having guys at his party this afternoon?”I nodded, “No girls allowed, not even sisters!”“He’s at that age, isn’t he?”“Pretty much. Except. Suddenly the mannequin lifted its arms and took a step off the low pedestal towards Wynn. He jumped in surprise but Janice pulled him gently back onto the bench, resting her other hand on his arm in reassurance. Ms. Red gracefully walked to stand before Wynn and Janice, then began a series of poses. Ms. Red was completely naked and completely covered in red body paint, except for red cloth slippers and a red shower cap covering her scalp and concealed hair. Her bush was shaved. She turned,.