Carly's hand stroked her stomach, then moved up to her breasts. She was feeling a bit more relaxed now. She let her other hand stroke her thigh. "I us...d to be able to feel the muscles a lot more!" she thought. "But it still feels great." Carly eventually slid the hand under the waistband of her boxer shorts. She felt the softness of her pubic hair. She had never been extremely hairy, but she did have a bush that remained fairly blonde, despite the fact that her blonde head needed some work now. But now there were private things, that she would not share with me.I’m not saying I broke down and cried like a girl or anything. But I was kind of sad.I looked at her. She was bent over, pulling things out of a pile, separating junk from leaves. Her butt looked round and firm inside her jeans shorts.“What are you doing?” I asked.“Looking for something,” she replied.“What?”She looked over her shoulder at me. Part of her hair had fallen forward, having escaped her pony tail. It hit me like a. Bharka had given me a gift. Finally, three months later, after I had advanced in my trainings as a Washington, D.C., political staffer, my trainer Bharka came to me with a packet, and a smile. “Inside is a full itinerary of the business convention in Texas, where Haley Menjivar’s father will be a panelist. Make it count.” Inside the package was a hidden camera sewn into my jacket pocket, a scanning device to ensure no other hidden cameras were recording, and photos of the types of women with. . Wow..." I was almost speechless. For the first time ever Iwas looking at the reflection I had long been curious about seeing.Alice had done an incredible job with my makeover. The make-up, thehair, the clothes. The skirt, I loved the skirt! It was a gorgeouschocolate brown colour, fell just below knee length and had plenty ofvolume underneath. The top was pink, effortlessly feminine, and almosta perfect fit - all I was missing was a bit of cleavage. I couldn'thelp but smile as I gently swayed.