Oh, tomorrow say 2?"The parents nodded yes and he hung up the phone and he said, "Here arethe directions and you the headmaster will tell you everythi...g and alsoanswer any questions you have."They left and Sylvia said, "Do we really want our son transformed likethis?"John said, "We aren't registering Billy right now, all we are going todo is look and talk to them. We do have to do something or we will loseour son in the prison system."They went home and Billy came home and once again he was. Gwen almost gasped to see how little the outfit hid. She wondered if she could actually go through with this. She was no prude but her breasts would be visible from the sides, and such cleavage, while her hips would be in full view as the thong was little more than a heavy string and small triangular patch which afforded her virtually no modesty at all.Trying on the heels and taking a few steps brought the realization she would need some practice walking in them. She shook her head, but. I turned around to face Morgan and said, “Sorry about that, maybe I should jus-“ Morgan kissed me on the cheek, jumped back, looked down, obviously embarrassed, and quickly said, “Thanks, Ryan.” And ran inside. That started the confusing feelings I had for my, for all figurative sakes, sister. I treated her as such, and visa versa. I texted Morgan later that night;“Hey, uh… what’s up?”‘nothin . how r u?’“I’m fine. But, uh… I have to go to the Clinic tomorrow again about my hand. It has a stint. Tomorrow morning would come early and I was first up with a panel discussion, so a short night of drinking might prove the wise decision.But damn, the room had no energy.To hell with this.I headed to the hotel bar. It was fairly small with a dozen or so stools at the bar and a handful of tables scattered about for parties of two or more.Settling in at the end of the bar, and ordering a Basil Hayden neat, the football game on the TV above the bartender proved a decent distraction. Though I had.