.In essence, the perfectwoman, or at least, HIS idea of the perfect woman!He looked at himself in profile, then from the back. No matter what angle,t...e reflection in the mirror was still a young, beautiful woman. He ranhis hands slowly over his breasts again, and he caught himself smiling atthe stimulating feel of their perfect roundness. As he was standing therelost in thought at the smiling image of this sexy creature in the mirrorwith her hands provocatively stroking her breasts, he. I was getting very excited and hard under my briefs. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful body and just then I heard a lady’s voice beside me. I turned to my left to see a middle aged women in her late 30’s standing beside me.“Hello good afternoon. Do you mind if I sit beside you” she said.“No Miss, it’s perfectly alright please make yourself comfortable” I said.She introduced herself as Alicia and she is a white Aussie who works in city library. She placed her towel on the sand and. "Okay," Clara said. "We're gonna do something different with your hair. Ipromise, promise it's reversible, and it'll be a hell of a lot better thanthat wig you wore." You've already pierced me and given me breasts," Jon said with a strainedlaugh. "Might as well do what you must."Clara smiled sweetly at him. She approached and put a long black cape overhis torso to cover him and had him follow her to a nearby sink where shewashed his hair. After the wash Jon started to smell something pungent. To finish the look off, Taime had placed a black wig with red highlights on my head, the long curly tresses making me look oddly younger than I actually was. With the help of Taime and Sherri, I slithered my way into a black pencil skirt, thigh highs, black stiletto heels and a white button down shirt. I looked exactly like I did fifteen years ago and was working in my husbands recently opened business. I didnt know whether I should happy with my appearance or scared that someone would.