The woman helping Desiree get dressed, said that she didn’t mind if I got her in some of the pictures too. I had her sign a model’s release to pro...e it. After that anything went. In fact the helper would run her hands down Desiree’s breasts and her ass to smooth the material. She would do other sexy things too. Then we would both wait patently for Desiree’s return. The woman had picked out about twenty dresses for Desiree to try on and the last three were almost transparent. Desiree said that. Just as I was getting ready to tell them off, they came out with clearly a very different idea in mind.They came out and faced me with huge smirks on their faces as they undid their buns and letting their hair fall to their shoulders. During the drive they had pulled their shorts up as tight as they could and dropped the waistline to just above hips, their slightly muscular legs were on full display and led my vision right to a very visible camel toe of their sweet little cunts. Instead of. My hair was auburn, and cut into a sort of bob cut, which explains why I hadn't noticed it. It wasn't much longer at all than I normally kept it. My face was cute. It looked kind of fine and delicate. That along with my hair and size gave me a definite elvish or pixie like appearance. "Jeez" I said to myself, again startled by my voice, though not as much. I'm so damn cute. I figured that if I was going to be a woman, I wanted to at least be a gorgeous one. As it was, I was only cute. I felt. "With that formality over, Sarah and Charles discreetly wandered away from the company of Sarah's mother and the entourage of lesser relatives and servants, and walked together, each accompanied by only a single servant, out through the balcony door and into the St Cuthbert formal gardens. As they strode together, arm in arm, followed a few steps behind by the servants with their heads bowed down, the couple were discreetly saluted by the bare-chested gardeners and labourers."So, Charles," said.