The color accentuated her eyes and tightly hugged her slender frame, not leaving much to imagination, yet still looking elegant. The tied halter top o... her dress was quite similar to Briana's, flowing low and open halfway down her back. She had turned once and I noticed she also wasn't wearing a bra. As I kept looking occasionally, I figured she had some large B cups. Kirsten was turning 22 on the second last day of the cruise. She was shorter than Beth, maybe 5'3, not a whole lot taller. "Amy!" he yelled.He was sitting at the kitchen table, still wearing his overalls and dirty white t-shirt from work. When she entered the room, he allowed his eyes to gaze wantonly up and down her tight little body. She was wearing a loose-fitting green halter-top with thin straps that arched over her slender shoulders. Her breasts seemed to bulge around the garment and were the only place where the top was tight on her. Her belly-button was just barely exposed, and her jeans were tight and. "Wouldn't it be nice to have your own breasts Toni? I love mine becausethey turn men on so much. You've seen how men's eyes always gravitate toa woman's chest. What if you had real breasts to show off? Wouldn't yoube proud of them like me?"I moaned in response to her manipulations and the thought of having realbreasts. Thoughts of consequences to my total feminization rapidlydissolved in my mind."Can you visualize yourself offering them to a man to suckle on? Menlove to suck on nice tits. You. She was very slim and elegant, about five feet seven, with dark red hair and green eyes, around twenty-five years old. Her hair and make-up were always immaculately done. I imagined her to be a ballet dancer or a high class call girl, I hadn’t settled on which one yet. She usually stood by the doors about thirty feet away from me so I could get a good look at her. One day she got on the train and stood next to me, I gave her a smile which she returned. The next day was the same, and the next..