“You’re what, a double-D? Sonja, you know what that means - you need milk, baby. If you don’t drink at least four or five pints of milk each day... your boobs are going to shrivel up.”Sonja’s eyes widened in shock. That didn’t sound good!“It’s okay honey,” Annette said soothingly, and her hand reached down to stroke the side of Sonja’s teat as she continued. “The company is here to look after you - that’s why we’ve stocked the fridge with as much milk as you like. I’m going to drive you home now,. . that's where I live."It was then my turn to gawk at what had just been said. Somehow, I managed to gasp out, "We're in 1403."Bree smiled, "1502."I whistled in a low tone, "Holy shit. What a small world. Wait, I thought that belonged to the Craven Family."Bree nodded, "That's my husband's name – Troy Craven. I kept my maiden name, Wilson."After a moment I said, "Well, my offer still stands. Come home with me."She smiled, "OK, I will." She added, "And ... your wife is really all right with you. Denise surprised everyone by wearing a feminine tuxedo, complete with a shirt featuring frilly lace around cuffs and neck.Lynn, on the other hand, looked as if she had stepped straight out of a fairy tale. The high necked intricate white lace gown with full sheer sleeves made Lynn look and feel like a twenty year old. The flowered wreath gave the former housewife the look of an ebony Greek goddess and drew admiring stares from everyone, especially Denise as she walked to the altar."You're. Lauren had initially contemplated doing her shopping dressed as she was, in track pants and sweatshirt but as she passed the mirror she reconsidered this. "This is the first time I have been out all week, I'm not going out LIKE THIS!" she said, looking at her figure in the mirror.Lauren stripped down naked, pulling off her sweats and sensible underwear as she searched for something more womanly. Lauren slipped on a pair of high cut panties and stood in front of the mirror admiring how her large.