She was still wearing the strappy heels she’d came in with and he undid the strap slowly, letting the shoe fall on the carpet. He kissed the arch of...her foot and trailed his lips back up to her knee before repeating the process with her other foot. She was panting by the time his mouth was on her thigh again, and he prolonged the torture by slowing down even more as he headed for her dripping wet girl cave. He breathed cool air over her lips and then pressed his lips lovingly against her mound. She was a blonde but tall and slim.I laid back and smiled. “I’ve never done it,” Iwhispered as she put her head on my shoulder and Ipulled her closer.“Really?”“Yep, never.” Her hand slid down my body and capturedmy swelling cock. It wasn’t hard yet but it soon wouldbe the way things were going.“How old are you?”“Fifteen. Why?”“People under sixteen aren’t supposed to do it.”“Oh.”“But you. Of course, they all seemed to have one mission, look down the front of her dress. She enjoyed the attention. When she danced, it was amazing how many of them tried to slip their hands inside the slit in her dress. She spent as much time pushing their hands away as she did trying to ignore their erections pushed against her abdomen. ‘Ah well’, she thought, ‘the price of fame!’ It was fun. It was even more surprising when Mike Tulkman invited her to an ‘after party’. She didn’t have to think. My legs were a bit more slender and shapely. Myfeet became smaller and narrower. My arms slowly lost muscle and myshoulders rounded. My rough hands softened. I now had delicate fingers.Still, I didn't understand the nature of these changes until later inthe process. My penis retracted within, my buttocks ballooned a bit, mywaist contracted, and my hips expanded. Simultaneously, the hair on mychest fell out and the extra fat I carried melted away and then grewback as a pair of larger, well.