As I slid both of my manicured hands around my throat, over my delicate collarbones and décolletage, across my full breasts, around my taut nipples, ...own my soft belly, over my lush hips and between my generous thighs to the pliable flesh of my smooth honey comb. I fantasize the silhouette of your bodies clinging together in the veiled darkness, your skin gleaming like burnished copper, the sway of your strong back as you float silently supporting your weight and mounting her wordlessly. It wasrather plain, black with a side zipper and not particularly long. Islid off my pants and then worked the skirt up my legs and fastened itat the waist. As with the other clothes, Isabella had hit my sizeperfectly. The length of the skirt just covered the legs of my shaper,but I did look odd with my sheer knee-his and slipper shoes. But Ireturned to the kitchen so Isabella could see. "Oh Brandon, that is much better. It isn't that radical a change, atleast for inside my home. I certainly. The rest of the gang showed up, and we did our best to cheer Kenny up. It didn't really work, and no one actually expected it to. He looked terribly deflated as he walked with Bobby to gym class."That sucks," Jackie said as we watched them walk away. "I really thought better of Lisa." I think we all did," Missy replied."What a stupid bitch," Gail added, quietly but with surprising venom in her voice. I don't think anyone else caught it, but I did, and it started the gears turning.Tuesday came. He cupped her cheeks, taking care not to touch the device that supported her head. “Are you crazy?” she asked softly. He caressed her forehead and smoothed her hair back from her face. “Yes, but I can control my craziness,” he said and smiled. “It feels a bit strange to be treated this way. Since I lost my attractiveness…” He placed his forefinger on her mouth, muffling her words. “You are beautiful.” “Really, how could you know that?” “To be honest, your plaster shell doesn’t hide.