They were white nylon with a little lace edging around theleg openings and there was a little pink bow with a rose on it in themiddle of the waist-ban.... I just can't describe what a wonderful feelingI felt as I slowly slid my hands over these slippery panties. I don'tknow why, but I would have given just about anything to see what it wouldfeel like to have them against my skin, to wear them. I slid my handsaround to the front of her panties, expecting to find something like Ihad, but there. ‘Kylie, you’re marvelous.’ She gave him one of her steady gazes and Jeff felt he had to break the moment. ‘We’d better get those skis back before your parents see.’ ‘They skied past me one time but didn’t come over to say hello.’ Jeff patted her shoulder. ‘I’ve booked you in for two hours personal instruction tomorrow morning. And the same skis.’ ‘You shouldn’t be spending all this money on me.’ ‘Your George Washington joke was worth it.’ Another of her giggles and another of her looks into his. He was looking in the mirror at my expression, 'It's like riding a bicycle darling.' And smiled.I watched in amazement as he made up, he really had good taste and an excellent sense of color. His features were quite coarse for a woman, but his body language said I am a woman. The wig was next, and the transformation of his face was complete. He stepped into his dress and zipped it like he had been doing it all his life.He said in a high voice, but not outrageously so, "Come on George we'll. ?That’s it girls squirm for me!? He squealed. Damian’s fist pumped faster and faster.A look of pure terror froze on the blonds face as Damian moved closer to her and finally pulled his dick free of his slacks. He was barely five inches long, shamefully inadequate for most women but to woman just over a foot tall it was monstrous. Her tiny chest started heaving, her eyes filling up with tears that trickled down her cheeks. If she could have screamed she would have, her mouth was hanging.