I could not help but keep glancing at her young nubile body although she was still fully dressed my mind was doing a pretty good job of undressing he... and imagining her naked in front of me.After a while I made the brazen decision to be the first to undress, someone has to be first right? There I stood in all my glory, the others were still sat drinking and chatting. Something must have caught her eye as she inquired “is that a piercing you have on your cock?” I replied boldly and rather. Damn, I thought, I wish he wasn't in the middle of this, but I was realistic and knew he took his chances like any other paid soldier. The next person out threw me for a bigger loop as it was Breedon's father, the attaché to the French embassy. He claimed, at least to Interpol when they spoke to him, that he hadn't seen nor had any idea where his son was. To me, this answered my and Interpol's question as to where the money was coming from and I hoped our lookout got his picture. Then I watched. My left arm was under her and my right onher hip. She was warm, smelled lovely and felt great. I thought thatshe was asleep when she whispered, "Do you promise to behave?" What?"Jess sat up, pulled her nightshirt over her head and threw it across theroom onto a chair. Then she resumed her position. Now I was next toher naked. I lay for a few minutes and then did the same.I lay there thinking for a while. I was lying in bed with a stunninglybeautiful, funny, polite, clever, talented girl. My feet have also shrunk to an extremelyfeminine size 5. My toenails are now covered in a chipped red polish. Ilook at my hands and they have shrunk as well, and I notice that the redpolish needs to be redone here too.I watch in a mixture of amazement and apathy as my manhood draws withinme and my new womanhood takes shape. I gaze in admiration at my own body,a stunning 34D-24-34. The only thing remaining that has not changed is myhead both inside and out. I watch as my hair grows out,.