She'd taken another swig from an unmarked bottle in the back seat, and begun the drive home, neither mother or daughter saying a word for the entire t...ip.Julia hadn't told her father - how could she? - and when he came home, she was locked in her room, holding her knees and rocking back and forth, over and over again. Something had happened to her mother, something bad.Two days later, it happened to her father as well.Her sensible, manly (if quiet) father had disappeared for a few hours, and. However, as I said previously, Paul has been great. He has been totally laid back and cool about the whole thing and seems to want me to genuinely enjoy the dress-up aspect of this. Knowing all of this, I headed to work with butterflies in my stomach. I am fortunate that my job allows me flexibility with my time in the office. I am able to come and go pretty readily and as long as my work is getting done, nobody gives me any grief.We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul’s apartment. I left work a. Both of them now had quite an obvious erection.Wendy slid forward on her seat, her short skirt now sat on her hips. With one finger she traced it over her pussy lips, biting her tongue as she did.Then she used the same finger to beckon the taller of the two closer .“Do you think that you can help me?” she was leaning back slightly, showing her shaven pussy. Now they both moved forward.The taller one was called Ed; the short guy was Tony.Ed stood in front of Wendy, and opened his fly, Wendy sat. All too soon, however, she felt the effects of the potion begin to fail, leaving her full of regret and longing as her minimal changes slowed and stopped.As the drug's power over her mind waned, Amy felt a bit sheepish at how strongly she had craved becoming a bimbo, but was glad to see that she was still fully in control of herself, and that she had by and large resisted the drug's tempting transformation. I'm, like, totally stronger than this stupid potion, Amy thought, happily pinching her.