Robbie, my little brother was more upset than I had ever seen him. The sisterly protective side of my character desperately wanted to help him but cou...dn’t think what to do. Then the drunk, party girl side of my nature came to my rescue. “You’re doing okay right now, little brother!” I smiled nodding at his crotch where, unbeknown to him, his cock had become hard and its smooth, rounded head was sticking out through the fly at the front. “Jesus, Sam!” he exclaimed, his hands flying to his groin. I loved it evenwithout the perm.I sat back and let Silvia make me into a woman once again. The perm wasthrilling to a guy like me. Ever so precise rows of tightly wound rodsand papers, the smell of the chemicals, the feel of the cotton looparound my head, the net, the cape, the heat of the dryer, the knowingthat my hair was being permanently curled to be like the heavenly cuteJune Allyson. My heart was skipping beats. Just as Silvia was starting todo the final unwind of the rods and going to. I watched as she began changing into some clothes she had packed into her suitcase, my jaw drops as she wriggles into a extremely low cut pink dress, the bottom going up to above her knees. “that’s a bit low cut don’t you think babe” I say as my jealousy boils over, imagining the glares from similar men she would get out and about In this highly sexualised city. My wife is usually a shy woman and very rarely showed her cleavage, only at our wedding had I last seen her wear something this low. No, it wasn’t regret that made me avoid him…it was the fear that I had ruined a perfectly good academic relationship.While I mulled these thoughts over, my feet had carried me automatically to his office door. As was customary during office hours, the door was cracked open, so I knocked and, hearing a “Come in!” entered, closing the door behind me. Professor Donovan was making a note in a book, and without looking up, waved me into the seat. I sat down quietly, and pulled my notebook out..