It wasn't a training bra, this wasa small "B" cup, done in white nylon with a pretty feminine lace trimand the rose petal applique that was sewn betwe...n the cups. Hisbreasts were in fitted properly but it would take a bit longer withhim on hormones for him to completely fill the cups. Madge stillbeamed at his progress.A few minutes later Madge had him undressed and in the six strapgarter belt, a pair of opera length sheer, seemed beige stockings.She took her time smoothing the stockings up. "Is that part time job selling drugs?" I jokedas I grabbed the box and handed it to her. 'You'll find out soon enough"she answered, I raised an eyebrow but shook it off and asked, "Anythingelse you need while I'm up here?" Ummm, the jewelry box in the corner please." I slowly hand her thefamiliar looking antique box and place another on the shelf for her. "Isthat the jewelry box Dee and I bought you?" Mmhmm," was her response."So what kind of job do you have? Because I want in," I. One night she was staying over at my house with my daughter, Angie,who was the same age and went to the same school.During the evening, Angie had a phone call which she went to her room to take, leaving Lucy with me in the lounge, sitting in one of the large arm chairs,and it was then that I noticed she was still wearing her school uniform of grey pleated skirt, white blouse and white knee-hi socks.We talked about things in general then I got around to boy-friends and she admitted she had one. Right behind me was a shorter, older (in 40s for sure) built man who was very close and rubbing against my behind. At first I thought nothing of it but it lasted long enough to get my attention. As all my friends were in front, i turned behind me smiling (because i was happy right) and locked eyes with this man who greeted me with a mysterious smile. I quickly turned back and continued moving to the music but i did realized what just happened and i felt him tighter against my ass. I could feel.