She was some kind of cyborg artificialintelligence scientist. She made a bunch of modifications to thesystems that I don't quite understand. The com...uter core is anexperimental model, totally masculine and we haven't been able to tripit back to the default feminine mode," Ralph said concerned."Ralph you know as well as I do about the significant cost over-run onthis re-model project. I've got a buyer who needs to move in thisweekend. So there are a few minor bugs still in the system but how. Once thepanties were on, I really gave up all hope of being masculine thisafternoon. I succumbed to the costume.Janet left through the window, and I went to play the piano. Right onqueue, by the third song, Edda the neighbor lady peeked into the window.She seemed satisfied that I was Janet, and Edda waved and left.I played for the hour and expected Janet to be home soon. When Janet didnot come home for an hour and a half, I start worrying. What if Mom andDad come home? I will have to be me when. I met Russ Evans, the scout from the Rams, on the second floor mezzanine level. He brought Bill Devaney, the general manager, along to interview me. We found a quiet area and talked for about twenty minutes. I enjoyed the talk. They asked about my high school knee injury and my arrest when I was a junior. They seemed satisfied with my explanations on both matters. When they asked me if I had questions, I hit them with the 'When can I get a playbook?' question. That drew a smile from Mr.. As much as I wanted to slide my cock into that wet glistening nasty looking snatch of hers, I wanted to touch it to. As though reading my mind, perhaps seeing the expression on my lusty face as I gazed down at her, that's what she then told me to do."Go on Brian, touch it ... touch me," she moaned hotly. "Finger it, finger my cunt. Taste my juices, make me even wetter than I already am!"I reached down with my hand, slipping one finger inside. She was wet, extremely so, very slippery, and hot.