His lips were fuller though, and his eyebrows thinned to a pair of narrow arcs. His hands and feet grew smaller, while his fingernails added an extra...half inch.Now his clothes changed. His shoes became a pair of low heels, while his socks climbed up his leg to join as a pair of pantyhose. His slacks fused together into a skirt that stopped just above the knee. The tailoring of his jacket changed to a lady's business suit, and his shirt and tie became a silk blouse and brightly colored. Dennis grabbed herby the hips and started taking harder strokes, and hersmall tits were bouncing up and down under the thintop. Sue was moaning with her mouth open watchingherself and Dennis in the mirror, as her first climaxhit she turned her head and looked me in eyes. She wascumming hard and wanted me to see it, she had abandonedherself to the climax and started to go limp.“Whoa baby” Dennis said and pulled out of her, turningher around. She eased herself onto the counter and. Especially when I can see you."He couldn't help dropping his gaze to the twin mountains that pushed her gown out and the two dark aureoles around her pointed nipples. The recollection of how they had tasted in his mouth made his cock tingle and begin to extend. He despised the effect she had on him, but there was no getting away from it."Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked, hoping she would find something else to do before his prick sprang to life."In a little while." Her tone was more. I then chose tall heels, but brought a pair of low ones as backup. Christine matched me. On the way to the cars, I grabbed a couple of energy bars and an orange. Christine made do with an orange.The trip to Elizabeth was less than an ordeal, but only because I had the trip home from Brooklyn for comparison. Francine told me more than I wanted to know about Hollywood. Fortunately I was able to divert her to a subject I gave a shit about—clothing construction. I learned a lot about fabric weave.