They both knew dame well that not wearing my business pants only made sense if your going to be working over dirt.I looked over to my suite pants, fol...ed just where I left them, beside Florence at the garden table, my panties folded neatly beside them. Actually Florence never did suggest I take my panties off as well, I just assumed..."17 minutes!"Like an automation I turned my eyes away from Florence and her stop watch and went back to work with renewed fervor. I just HAD to finish this. By the time the changes were compete, there was no question that themedallion had changed me in to a young adolescent girl!I suppose that most men would have grabbed their groins, screamed andfainted away. The truth was that I was close to doing that very thingat the moment. What stopped me? Perhaps it was the novelty of thesituation. I felt no discomfort (at least physically) in fact Isuddenly felt... not exactly excited, more intrigued at suddenlyfinding myself a member of the fairer. ’ He sighed. ‘Eve – I’m sorry, I’m not going to be able to drive tonight. Even if I hadn’t just taken muscle relaxers, I wouldn’t -‘ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said, still looking concerned. ‘I can tell you how to unhitch your car so you can go,’ he said, gingerly reclining in his seat. ‘I’m not going to leave you alone like this,’ she said vehemently. ‘But -‘ ‘Oh, zip it,’ she told him. ‘I’m not leaving. Do you want me to help you get into bed?’ ‘I can walk,’ he said. ‘No need to play nurse. .." He tries to give me a teasing smile. "Want me to kick his ass? What'd he do?" Nothing. It's me!" I can't help but let a tear escape from my eye. "We've been going out for almost a year and he's been pressuring me to...you know. But I can't get myself to." What?!" Brenden looks taken aback. "Pressuring you to have sex? Where is he? WHO is he?" It's not his fault Bren," I tell my brother. "I've wanted to, it's just going to be my first time and I'm scared. I'm scared that he might not be the.