She got me to watch TV sales channels selling women's clothes andmakeup. The only difference was that she used the rewind and pausefunction so that I ...ould repeat whatever the presenter was saying. OnceI had copied the words and mannerisms and movements in a feminine wayshe moved onto the next section. This also gave me a wider knowledge ofclothes and shoes and expressions and terms that women use, particularlyrelevant to the clothes shop job. It also helped train my voice to flowin a more. "Is it that Avocado pit thing again?" asked Randall. "I bet it is the smell of those Ginkgoes." Said Og. "Quite!" yelled the fairy, it was truly amazing how much volume she could muster. "It is work order 42, there seems to be an intermittent trans-dimensional rift in it." Celda continued. "Find out what is causing it and fix it." Celda said before leaving. "Work order 42 that was one of those rush prototypes. Does anybody know anything special about it?" Asked Randall. Vermin suddenly started. I wrapped a towel around my waist like a skirt... Thathelps a little, I mused, now what about my hair? I've always worn myblonde hair fairly long, but now it was just a wet tangle. I wrapped ahand towel about it, turban fashion, and studied the result, noting thatit gave my high cheek-boned face a rather cosmopolitan look--like afashion model.Tentatively, I cupped my hands under my chest for a breast-like effect.Not bad, I thought, moving about in front of the mirror. My smooth legslid out the. Well I did what was asked of me, even when she asked me to slip a finger into her, she was tight, but she than said for me to stick my fast stiffening prick into her, well with some trepidation I did just that, trusting in the one who knows, if the front felt tight and clingy, this felt tighter and harder going! She however had suffered my old dads larger tool on many occasions and was not fazed at all by this stiff if boyish intruder. She instructed me to try the stroke I had tried at the.