It was hernewest dress, and she wanted to look nice. She didher make-up and her nails, and waited.The knock on her door startled her, and she jumped u...to answer it before realizing how she was dressed.Normally she would have pretended not to be home orwould have asked the person to wait while shecamouflaged her girly appearance, but suddenly shewas at the door and opening it, and Sir was there. Hewas about 6 feet tall with an athletic build, goodshoulders and slim hips, dark hair and eyes. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye as I rang them up. A long, hot shower and a good night's sleep, and she would be beautiful. But right now she was dead on her feet, swaying from side to side and staring into space. She reached behind her idly with one hand to scratch her back, causing the white t-shirt to pull taught against her heavy breasts. Her eyes met mine, but she let her gaze slide by with no change in her expression."How much I owe you?" asked Mort impatiently."Eighty-three. "Why didn't it make me a girl?" The river hesitates in giving too much of a gift," she said. "Inyour case, you are still young. You now look like a girl, and caneasily hide that bit that isn't. What's more, the river will give youmore in time. A lot soon, in fact. Right now you look like an 11 or12-year-old. Later this week we will come back to the river, and itwill help you move along, once you are comfortable with your newbody. It will make you a bit bigger and increase your breasts a bit.You. He sat down on the side of the bed and shecould tell he was afraid now. He spoke softly, his voice was full ofsorrow, "I am so sorry for that Karen. I hope that you are not afraid ofme. I will leave if you tell me to and I will understand. I know Icrossed a serious line tonight. Please don't tell me to go. But, I willleave if you want me to. What do you want me to do?"She felt his body go stiff as she answered, she looked up at his face.She realized he had been crying. she got up and embraced.