"It's been a long day," I told him, "but we both need a good night'ssleep, that won't happen if you stay here." I don't want to leave you but I know y...u're right, will we meet forbreakfast?" Absolutely!" I replied. "By the way do you play Badminton?" Yes I do, but I didn't bring a dress," he frowned."That's not a problem, I have two so you can wear one of mine, we'repretty much the same size, I'll run an iron over them in the morning."We kissed again, long and hard, before I ushered him out the. "That's what I thought. I told you, Jan, you're a nice girl. You're never going to be anything but that nice girl."He started to unlock the door and Janice decided it was now or never. She pulled the sweater and shirt over her head.Charlie sat back down. He gazed at her body still dressed in a slip and bra and the long skirt. Just removing what she had taken off showed a lot more figure than Charlie had expected. She had a tiny waist, flared hips, and well-rounded breasts. Janice dropped her. I looked at thedoor, and there stood Jan. She said, 'I wondered who was using all mymakeup.' I couldn't say anything. But, she was smiling."She walked over to me, looked closely at my face, and said, 'Not badlittle brother. I'd use a little less eye liner. And, your eyebrows needmore shaping. But, not bad. In fact you look cute.'"I just looked at her. Still not being able to say anything. Then with agrin, she said, 'I guess our game, of put a dress on the boy, had aneffect. And, I guess living. He sighed and started rummaging through some old keepsakes of his from back when he was fully human. He had one box of all his “firsts”: his first baseball mitt, the keys to his first car, his first A+ paper, his first trophy... his first Playboy. Man, he hadn’t seen any porn since the accident. His groin was all mechanical, as was most of his brain, so he simply didn’t have sexual urges anymore. Of course he had software modules to simulate teenage male behavior in the presence of a nice piece.