Shelooked over and saw the girl's bike."Surprise!" said Mom and Dad together. "What do you think? Do you likeit?" Huh? Oh yes, I love it!" gushed Kris...Anne, "But I don't understand.I'm a girl!" Of course you are, that's why Santa brought you a girl's bike," saidDad,"And look here, what do you think of this?" He held up the Christmasdress. It had a white blouse bodice and a silky green pleated skirt. Itlooked so soft and flouncy."I get to wear this??" blurted Kris Anne."Of course, you can wear. “Not now,” I insisted. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties. “I'm sweaty, and I smell bad, and I haven't shaved,” I said. “This isn't the perfect time.” “We can't wait forever until the perfect time,” he said. I couldn't think of an answer to that. We'd flirted since the day we'd met, had a couple of make out sessions that ended just short of third base. It was inevitable like he said. I lifted my ass off the sofa, and uncrossed my legs, letting him slide my panties down my legs. "You look lovely, dear," she said,fondling my bottom. Here's your shoes. You'd better practice walking upand down in them. I'll just go and tell Cordelia you're ready."Putting the shoes on added a new dimension to the sensation of my newoutfit. Not only did I have large breasts weighing on my chest andpulling on the shoulder straps of my bra. Not only did I have a suspenderbelt gripping my waist and pulling on taut stocking-tops. Not only did Ihave silky panties caressing my smooth hairless. They knew what they wanted from life, and were sure that they were achieving that aim. Comments such as they had heard no longer upset them.Some other passing student said, “Good on you, Reg. You are fairly blossoming, man!”“Hi, Roger. I am in love, that’s all.”“Cool!”, and Roger went on his way.The girls all looked at each other, trying to work out which should appear to be Reg’s girl. The consensus fixed on Frances, and she went over to sit on Reg’s lap and give him a kiss. “Thank you, my.