I stood in front of the floor length mirror wiping the steamy surface with a damp cloth to reveal my bald pussy. Oh my gosh, I had forgotten what it l...ooked like. Slowly I probed my own folds exploring my sex like a rediscovered old toy savoring the smoothness and plumpness of my outer labia and the wet rubbery texture of my inner flaps, I felt myself slipping a finger into my moist pinkness, my thumb instinctively pressing on my bud and wondered just how good Buster would feel.I wrapped my hair. Well, she'd made her decision. Had I made any real attempt at resisting her, and refusing to countenance the transformation, she might even then have relented. But all that had happened was that I'd gone meekly along with it and, despite my mild and half hearted protestations, the evidence of my body's reaction to being wrapped in 'soft, girlie fabrics' was sufficient to indicate that, secretly, I was loving every minute of it.Underneath I seethed as Bernice's explanations continued but,. That was gonna happen.He turned off the burner, leaned against the counter, and thought about David. He was more than just a friend. To Matthew, anyway.He'd begun to silently crush on the new boy the first day of 8th grade. David transferred from Echo Lake Middle School in Vermont, and had a hilarious New England accent that everyone mimicked. Matthew befriended him Monday morning in homeroom, then showed the new kid around school the rest of the day. By Wednesday, he was hopelessly smitten.. He asked her to sit down on a nearby stool and brought a stool for himself that had a sloped platform to place her foot so he could get her size. Her dress was just barely covering her pussy and when she placed her foot on the stool he was sitting on he was rewarded with an unobstructed view right to her honey pot. After a little fumbling her got her size and said he would be right back with some shoes for her to try.He soon returned with several shoe boxes in his arms and asked us to follow.