Henry was rubbing his jeans and a ridiculously large bulge began to form. I swear I could hear denim ripping. I was also rubbing my boner. I found mys...lf stealing quick glances at his crotch. He must have seen me this time. He looked at me puzzled. I stared at the screen pretending not to notice his glare.The sound of our parents (and my cunt step-mom's) laughter floated up through my bedroom window. Henry stood up and looked at me.Great, he was about to leave. Hell probably tell every one he. She looked downand saw the nail polish was gone. "You removed your nail polish." Yesterday. I don't know what to do. I, I'm not sure I can keep doingthis, Zoey." I'll support you in your decision. If you want to stop, you can. If youwant to keep going, I'll be in your corner. Lance, our friendship meansmore to me than this stupid bet. I know it's overwhelming. If it's toomuch, we can stop."Lance looked at Zoey and wiped his tears away. "I'm trying to be morelike Simone. More like you. When. She informed me that none of the conditions were negotiable and after I agreed to the first ten she had a few more. She didn't want to throw too much at me at once. I had 24 hours to make up my mind.I lay awake all night thinking and while the idea of not being able to go back was scary the thought of really living as a woman and especially seeing and feeling real breasts on my chest left me no choice. The chastity belt idea was something I didn't even know was possible but the idea of being. I admit being almost 20 years his senior did wonders for my ego. That night I slowly masturbated to thoughts of being more devious... I could wait, but not for long, to test Kent's intent. That Saturday, hubby away, Mike at home and going fishing, I again took my sun oil, dark glasses, and wine cooler to the deck. This time I took an extra towel, just in case.Around 4:00 I heard Mike's truck in the driveway. A few minutes later he came onto the deck to tell me they didn't have very good luck. I.