Below the shirt I wore the same small skirt when dad came I went in front of him in those clothes to give him water. I knowingly dropped water on my s...irt. I shouted shit and removed my shirt in front of him.I sat in front of him on the sofa in those bra and skirt. I crossed my legs so that my skirt rose high and show my thighs more. Dad was just thunder stuck seeing me. As previous days he did not say anything. He was just staring at my boobs in bra with cleavage, my waist and legs. I could. Deeper, more instinctual feelings stirred in him at the sound of her voice, and goal 71609 slid upward in priority by several places. Part of him was slightly ashamed as he selected it, that he was prioritizing such a animalistic goal over saving his squadmates, but it had been a few weeks since he'd last satisfied those urges, and he always planned better when they were satisfied.He almost winced when he turned. Just behind Cynthia, Samantha was also approaching, glancing at the other girl. I noticed all the furnishings in the room looked new, but old fashioned. I went and got a paper and its Thursday November 21, 1963 here, and I’m in Dallas Texas!”“Really? That means JFK will be assassinated tomorrow!”“Yes, and I can go see “Cry of Battle” and “War is Hell” at the Texas Theatre in the Oak Cliff area of Dallas.” Said Tuesday. “What’s the date there?”“July 21” said Farty Jimbo. “What year?”“1991” said Farty Jimbo“We won’t meet until 1998. In1991 you live in Milwaukee Wisconsin.. This is a pompadour style. A lot of women are wearing their hair that way. There!" She adjusted some of the strands. "Look at yourself now."The illusion was perfect. For better or worse I had no male features left."One more thing," said Diane. "Your eyebrows. You've lost some hair, but they are still too hairy. Hold still!" I winced as she plucked them with some tweezers."Now, be with you in a minute." Diane returned with one of her dresses. It was a pale gold, in fine cotton, well trimmed with.