Along with a white long sleeve blouse, tan pantyhose and black, three inch high heels. Now Keith was turning her skirt into an above the knee outfit."...mph! Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!" she grunted, wanting to say "What are you doing? Cut it out!" Oh, don't worry." he responded. "You have nice legs anyway. You should wear shorter skirts and show them off more."Keith coiled a rope around her thighs just above her knees. Again he cinched the middle, just to make it extra snug. He then stood up and surveyed. On Sunday morning, during breakfast, Peggy said that we neededto get me some clothes that fit this new female body ofmine. All of my female cloths were for my male body andwould just hang on this body, except for the breasts. Wefound some of Peggy's clothes that would just about fit me,a little tight, but not too bad. And, we headed to themall.As we walked in, and I was a little apprehensive aboutpassing, but Peggy said that no one would notice, I felt theeyes of a number of the men trying to. Why her chest protruded in such a way, why her shiny ebony hair was allowed to grow so long, to her waist infact, when everyone around her was shaven and so thickset when her own waist was so tiny yet melting into a beautifully rounded set of hips but everyone around her was so straight to her curvaceous ness and so totally flat above the waist which led her to another point, the bulges she saw around her more and more frequently as she grew to what everyone else could see yet she could not. We ended up sitting back down and no more was said about it, but we continued to chat and our conversation and tone eased as we moved on to talk about some people we knew and soon we were laughing and getting along very, very well. I was surprised she had not closed her robe and her tits were very visible to me and she even tugged on it few times giving me more. Then she got for up for more coffee and spoke, “well what are your plans today?”, “do you want some more coffee or something else”,.