I stood there watching him pee. I rubbed at my pussy thinking this could be a fun night.” Ms. Kay if you wanted to see my cock all you had to do was... ask, ” Danny said pointing to the mirror. I saw myself standing there rubbing my pussy in the mirror as I watched him pee.I turned about 50 shades of red in my face. Danny came over and wrapped me in his arms. His still hard cock pressing against my pussy. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me passionately. His hands roamed freely on my body as. An honest owner shouldn't have to put up with this kind of skepticism, Goodness! Can't you what an opportunity you have!" She sighed. "Ah, well. All in a day's work." She unfastened the three pins holding the costume together at the side and let the sheet drape from the cord.Helen shuddered at the taut boldness of her exposed left thigh. The tiny miniskirt Vanessa had designed was shockingly overtaxed by the wide angle of Helen's legs and a sick tremor seized her stomach at the thought some of. You suddenly realize that you don't remember what you look like. This thought troubles you as it seems so unlikely that anyone could just forget what they look like and begin to suspect that something is very, very wrong. You snap out of that trance and walk over to the mirror in order to remind yourself of your appearance.When you reach the mirror you are shocked and confused by what you see. Shocked because you are some sort of blue anthropomorphised slime with no facial or bodily features of. I’d get dressed up, walk around in it, feel so confident, so alive so much more me. The fabric just felt so much more comfortable, so much more delicate, softer. Like even down to the undies, its madness I would feel the difference even if the thong in no way supported/held my gentlemen’s vegetables. I would swear that males undies of the time were made of cardboard and barbwire, girl pants were of butterflies and angel song. I would take pictures of myself, look at myself in all my forms, and.