..feminine... as were my hands. My fingernails were slightly longerand... painted.As I lowered them I spoke. "What..." My voice sounded odd..."Nothing...to think about. You are now a fine, and sweet looking blondewoman... Only one problem remains. Your mind. I can fix that."He gestured. And something gave in my head... I felt dizzy for a momentthen... he bent down and pulled me up... I felt my breasts as did...but it didn't bother me. I had always been a woman. My name was LizHelton... I.... ” Joan, feeling as if she were dreaming, slipped her skirt high, uncrossing her legs. The girl saw the lacy panties, and made a soft hissing sound. She thrust her finger into her cunt and openly finger-fucked herself, her eyes burning as Joan parted her own knees. The creamy flesh of Joan’s thighs above the nylons sent shivers of anticipation through the pretty receptionist.“Beautiful, Joan,” the girl murmured, flicking her finger in and out of her cunt. “Pretty panties, too. Why don’t you pull. “I don’t need to be getting into any more trouble because of you or the woman.”“She’s twenty-two,” he said. “Oh, and meet Candace.” I nodded in the direction of the girl who looked to be underage, but I was certain that he’d been telling the truth: she was of age.“And why would I want to be meeting any of your kids and hers,” I said. “Oh, let me answer my own question. I wouldn’t.”“Still angry?” he said, and it was a question.“Angry? Not really, I just don’t give a shit about any of you. God, what a lucky guy I am! “You been thinking about this a lot?” I asked. “Kind of” Holly admitted. “Don’t worry it’s not a reflection of your performance in bed” Holly said. “I know, I can tell when I please you…it usually involves screaming, moaning, things like that” I said. “You do know how to push my buttons” Holly said. “Speaking of pushing buttons…you want to push a few right now?” I said. “That was a terrible transition” Holly said, accusingly. “Sorry. I guess I can find any excuse to.