. hours had gone by. Ifelt much more receptive afterward to all the other things shewanted me to do. And they did come much easier -- I liked doingt...em. You know, little things like how to sit in a skirt, and howto hold my wrists and fingers so they're dainty, things like that.It all seems so much more natural now." So now you're a natural woman? Fun!" I wouldn't say that, Laura. Not perfectly natural. For that I'dneed longer memories of myself as a woman, and more deephabituation. But. ." My phone vibrates on the table... bugger... " Mmmmm i'm watching .... remove the robe .... move out to the patio... lie on your back ... spread your legs... commence your workout .." As i unbelted the robe i shrugged it off my shoulders letting the silk garment slide down my body to the floor and walked out on to the patio i looked up to the window where he had spied on me before. He stood there naked and hard.I did as instructed by the boy next door, i started with my pull ups . I jumped up. Up the dosage, right then and there. I closed my eyes, pretending to look stressed from the conversation, and planted the seed.The effect was instantaneous. Ophelia’s chest was now rising and falling with her breathing. Her hands needed to be somewhere, and one lightly stroked her skirted thigh, her other lightly scratching the back of her neck. “I… I’m just sorry…” she managed, her voice becoming breathier. Huskier.I sighed. “Well, if that’s the best I’m gonna get,” I mumbled aloud. “Okay.. My narcissistic self-admiration was broken by the sound of my phone ringing. Looking at the caller-id, I saw that it was Frank. Picking up the phone I just told him that I would be at the club in fifteen minutes. Putting the phone down, I put on a fresh shirt with a sigh, reminding myself to ask Frank about his clothes changing trick. Picking up my phone, I went towards the window of my room and jumped off its ledge with a nonchalance that the me of yesterday would have great trouble.