I coulddo it. Walk there. Go in and buy something. And walk back. I hadbeen dreaming of this for a few years, now I was going to do it!I was ready. I ...hecked the small purse in my blazer pocket,several pounds in there. Keys in pocket, yes, it woulddefinitely NOT be a good idea to lock myself out! . Sister's oldschool lunch pass, I took that for some reason. I paused at thefront door, took a deep breath and saw the satisfying rise andfall of my 'breasts' in the hall mirror. Opened it and went. I did.Damn! I thought needing to hold back and make mistakes was hard. Doing katas slow enough for them to be able to see each step was excruciating.I had no form issues that they could find on any style they had mastered. I didn’t count the number of other katas I did at full speed, only that I chose those having the most acrobatic moves. It made sense to demonstrate that someone with my muscles could also be extremely agile and graceful.“Master,” the Korean grandmaster used to address me.. I finally got soft enough so she wouldn't notice just as my clothes got done.I started to fold my clothes at the table, when her clothes got done she used the table that was in front of me throwing them in a pile she walked back to get her basket. I noticed in the pile she wore lacy thong panties. Walking back over to the table, she started to fold her clothes. I was almost done by the time she started hers. I started to pack everything up, then to grab my basket.“Aw your leaving already?” She. "Oh, trust me, you'llenjoy this!"The robots continued to apply the plastic to my body, covering my nethersand stomach in plastic. Like a film crew applying prosthetics to aperson, the robots expertly applied the liquid to my skin. They workeddiligently as they covered my large breasts in the plastic gunk, sealingthem tightly within the plastic casing. My arms were the next to bedrenched in plastic. The robots coated my arms in plastic, rendering themcompletely immobile. The robots coated my.