”“You don’t!” she spat.“In the past, perhaps I didn’t. I’ve changed a lot in the last year. I’m not the same guy who had more than thi...rty lovers before he turned seventeen.”“So make an exception,” she demanded.“No, I won’t,” I said firmly. “I owe you a favor, but screwing isn’t what I owe you.”She got up, looked daggers at me, hissed, “Bastard!” and stalked away.I sighed. It would have been one thing if I had led her on recently, or if she’d shown any kind of interest since seventh grade. She’d. Then the transformation began with her providing plenty ofclothes to choose from. For my first time I dressed in a lovely redsatin blouse with black mini skirt, my own black stockings and 4 " highheel shoes. Susie the proceeded to change my face with her make-upskills to take 10 years off my age, explaining what she was doing allthe way. Susie then found a long blonde wig to match my tarty look shehad made for me. Then came the manicure painting my long nails with abright red to match the. Dinner time soon came round and our four best friends from the camp came round shortly followed by Janice and Charlotte to my delight Charlotte was an eighteen year old absolute work of beauty. It was a great diner and all of the males managed not to ejaculate (just)After a bit of small talk we decided to meet up at the camp bar later.It was always a little bit noisy there, but I could see that Janice was chatting to lots of young guys and Charlotte was being quiet but polite at all the guys. Marilyn smiled and hugged me fiercely with our bodies pressed together. "I've missed you," she whispered in my ear."I've missed you, too," I said, and I had. I hadn't gone two weeks without seeing her in years.I plopped down in my recliner, took off my shoes, and set them by the chair. Marilyn sat on the couch opposite me. There was a tiny smile on her face. I hadn't seen her smile since he died. God, I'd missed that smile. Carol brought me my drink, kissed me deeply, and sat down by Marilyn. I.