He would do anything to please her. He lowered his head to the shoe.The aroma of animal leather blended with the sweet and pungent chemicals of polish... the scent of submission. He licked the sharp tip, top and bottom.?Good boy. Now, you may kiss the heel.?Sharp and metallic.?And my ankle.?The soft gossamer fabric of her stocking felt like heaven on his trembling lips.?And further up, slowly, with small gentle kisses.?She pulled her skirt open to reveal her stocking tops, suspenders disappearing. "She looks quite beautiful and you know it!" mom told him, "and itwouldn't hurt you to tell her that!" Have you forgotten?" he asked mom, "that this is our son we're talkingabout here!" Maybe," mom said, "then again, maybe not!" Just what does that mean? Maybe not?" Dad sounded...anxious?"It means," mom told him, "that just like Kathy, Brenda has found outshe likes being a girl, and might stay with us for a while!"Dad flopped in his chair as mom and I went out to the car. We picked upJenny who. Finally we stopped and prepared lunch, I was 100 calories down today asthe book dropped 10 times - what a slave driver Amy is!For me a tuna salad sandwich on pitta bread, for Amy the same salad on awholemeal brown roll.After lunch Mum and Dad arrived, the news on Nichola was good as far asthings had not gotten worse, she was still withdrawn and regressed butno worse.Amy announce that we were going shopping, I needed another sports bra tolast me until my boobs were enlarged to a C cup, and two. Long raven-black hair hinted it was likely a female and probably as nervous about this ominous train ride on Halloween Eve as I was. I breathed a sigh of relief and found a seat in the back of the car, quietly sitting down as to not draw any attention from my fellow passenger.The doors clacked shut and the train lurched forward. I distracted myself with mental preparations for my evening at the warehouse, which worked for the first few stops, but my mind eventually began to wander. The car.