Luckily, my boner was gone but it was still cold outside and my nipples were hard. He silently looked at me and dragged me in by the hand.I tried to e...plain that somebody stole my bag together with the keys but that didn't bother him much. He led me into the living room and demanded that I take of my T-shirt. He wanted to know why were I not wearing a bra. Even though he was against my sex change it was not decent to walk around like that. I, naturally, had no explanation. At least not a. As her fat lumpy ass became much smaller and smoother, her skirt and bloomers fell down around her ankles. She squealed in a new voice, high and lilting rather than the gravelly rumble of Ms. Moran. She stood amazed, looking at her new body. Chelsea was dumbfounded as well. Erika and Christine, however, took everything in stride, just as Kyle had wished them to."Chelsea, you don't mind letting Hillary wear your clothes, do you?" Kyle said and wished. "Her old clothes just don't fit." Sure,. Mike was there and I had him show me what the different regulators did. Instead of showing me he began telling me how he had tried the machine at all different settings. I asked again for him to show me what the different regulators did and he went on and on into some dissertation of the other things he had done. I asked him to sit down for a minute and motioned for the senior seamstress to help me. I asked her to show me what each regulator did and she carefully showed what each one. 'Feel me!' she whispered.I I pulled her skirt up and put my hand between her legs. She was very wet, and I fondled her cunt, rubbing it with the palm of my hand, and then slipping two fingers deep into her vagina, and she gasped.'I don't normally let clients kiss me, but you can, darlin'! — I want a man to kiss me, and feel his 'ands on me, and — fuck me!'I kissed her, and she responded eagerly, and I pushed my tongue in her mouth as I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, slipping my hand.