For the next several months they began to prepare. SinceMackenzie was taller than Lance, they each had to buy shoes, clothes,and underwear to wear for...the bet. They each also bought several items,including prosthetics, to help with their transformations. Lance dietedto get a slim feminine figure and grew out his hair and nails, whileMackenzie worked out to build muscle and stopped shaving her body hair.Lance also practiced putting on makeup, walking in heels, and acting andtalking like a woman,. First him and then Evette. Looking like a dog waiting to get beaten for soiling the rug. Cleaning Evette’s generous tits, but looking sideways at Dee waiting for the inevitable onslaught. Evette actually got pissed at her shirt being used as a cum rag. And shot Doug a filthy look. For the second time, Dee had to suppress the urge to laugh. She turned to Doug and told him, “you’re gone! Got it? Fucking gone! Maybe she’ll take you in…” pointing at her former friend. “The Real Estate. It was as if her tits were bags of bubbling hot boiling sexual water and his hands had squeezed them flat, sending the liquid shooting into her body where it burned with maddening and agonized fervour.Her body quaked, then rocked, her ass bounced up off the table without her willing it, then did it a second time. Her hands, resting on the table above her head, flopped and jerked and trembled, then her back arched with terrible force and she cried out in ecstatic release.A loud groan of orgasmic. Her hair was carefully coiffed. Maybe she wasn't too worried about it getting excessively mussed, since I was so polite. She produced a radiant smile. She looked fucking fantastic. “Nick, I'm ready for my tune-up.”I didn’t answer or even smile as I came in, which prompted a frown of confusion. The frown turned into something else, a gasp of surprise, of excitement when I brusquely shoved her against the wall, spinning her as I did, pushing her face against the decoratively pebbled paint of the.