He rose from his seat and got down on one knee. Jen’s eyes bulged with shock. ‘Jen, would you do me the honor of helping me figure out how to make...these cocktail franks come out so perfect?’ The reaction at our table was enough to draw the attention of most of the room. Jen smacked Rich’s arm. He pointed at Jeff and said, ‘It was his idea.’ ‘I just innocently wondered aloud what would happen if …’ What was most important about this to me was that Jeff was playful. That meant we were no longer. It's not safe. Come on. Get your shit." Oh. Sure. Of course."Brandon ignored the tears that welled up in Lonnie's eyes as he gathered up his bags. He watched the boy scoop up the blankets from the mattress and dump them into the garbage bag he was holding, along with a flashlight and some other things laying by the makeshift bed. Brandon ignored the voice in his head that was telling him that it was wrong to just throw the poor boy onto the street like yesterday's garbage.Brandon told himself. Each pair of hands wandered down over warm, soft feminine skin onto deliciously enticing curves where they caressed, stroked, touched and aroused.Suddenly they seemed to become aware of the stares and looked around laughing, before returning hand in hand to our table, groups of youths cheered while some of the women clapped politely, afraid probably to admit the feelings the sexy little show had provoked within themselves!We stood up politely as the girls sat down, blushing but giggling and. Now it wasonly two. It had continued to shrivel and shrink as his breasts grewfuller by the day. Blossom Industries powerful treatments were on thecutting edge of forced transitioning. "Rehabilitation" as they called it.John knew better than to keep his Mistress waiting. He flushed, zippedhimself up, turned out the light and exited the bathroom. He made his wayto the living room knowing just where she'd be. It was the same place shesat almost every day after returning from her duties.Sure.