Summoning her last bit of courage, she looked up with tear filled eyes at the sight of a dressmaker dummy coming to life and begining to poise her two...friends."I'm not seeing this." She said to herself. She wasn't sure if the moans her friends were making were from pain or pleasure. "There is no way that I'm seeing what I think that I'm seeing here." Miss, please!" the shopowner whispered to Paula. "Please get out of here before it's too late. Before you end up like your friends. There is still. You mayrelax your grasp of the lacing bar, but please still keep one hand upthere for balance, the heels are very high."With practice hands, the 'trimmings' and such were quickly added. Allitems were black with hot pink trim to match the corset. First, shepulled up my panties, which were unexpectedly frilly, but expectedlyopen. They had rows of black lace with hot pink bows and rosettes.However, where it really matter, over my clitty and sissy pleasuretunnel, they were quite open. I was now. Fry 'em good untilthat little cock of yours stays nice and limp all the time. You dowhatever it takes to become a Girl and not just a Pussy Boy. Then goget yourself some big juicy ta-tas and maybe - just maybe - then Salwill start paying real personal attention to you. You got that,fuckmeat?" Sal asked as she pulled her fingers out of Fran's mouthwith a pop.Fran's eyes uncrossed and she quickly leaned in to lick up the drooloff of Sal's fingers. "Oh yeah, I got that honey. I got that. " Sorry, its not you. Things are just crazy. Its definitely not you. You are the only thing keeping me sane.'Lucas started dinner. He broiled a couple chicken breasts. Sliced then into strips and tossed them in a pesto sauce. He boiled some ziti and pressed a couple cloves of garlic into a little bit of olive oil. With 5 minutes to spare, he filled the tub with overly hot water and added the bath oil that Jessie loved, letting the water cool to the perfect temperature. He lit a couple scented.