’ As she walked past Mike could have sworn she had a hint of a grin in her smile, as if undressing in front of him on purpose. Mike pushed it to the...back of his mind. He was wearing joggers which were hardly ideal for concealing the result of thinking about that sort of stuff. He finished unpacking and proceeded downstairs. Mike sat down on one of the sofas. It was nearly midnight and he was relieved he wasn’t getting up at 7 the next morning and being thrown into an army training course for. I'll get that."She had just returned when Bob walked into the room. There were some printouts in his hand."Let's eat!" he said, sounding to be in a much better mood than the last time he'd spoken.It only took a few minutes to get everything to the table, and they sat. They held hands and, after a brief, traditional grace Mandy said by rote, they served themselves."I've been doing some research," said Bob, picking up the pages he'd set beside his plate."I thought we were going to talk after. Could Eileen tell I was admiring my own legs?The padded bra gave my flat smooth chest a hint of breasts; like the pantyhose the delicate fabric was oddly pleasing. The corset on the other handwas a torture device. No woman, and no man especially, was made to besqueezed and pulled into an hourglass shape in defiance of their body. Butit was effective. I had a tapered lady-like waist where none existed before.Taking out her makeup tools Eileen went to work on my face, applyingfoundation, powder,. “Well, then let me put it bluntly,” I said. “You can't just jerk off to other girls in the bathroom stalls. I think we both agree on that, don't we? Otherwise, I'd like for you to take any and all of your objections up with the dean.”He nodded, slowly. “Good,” I said, getting up and rounding my desk. I could see his eyes widen as he realized that aside from my top and jacket I was only wearing my boots and panties. My skirt was neatly folded in a drawer of my desk.“What?” I asked bemused, as he.