"Please, don't make me wear a dress. It's bad enough to wear panties under shorts and a blouse. Please, no dress." "Don't be silly! I don't have any m...ore shorts or else I would let you wear them. And, your clothes have not dried yet. You have no other choice. She held up a pair of pink nylon panties that had ruffles covering the seat. They looked ridicules on me. Next, the pink vest with layers of ruffles over where my breasts would have been, had I had any. The pink dress was lowered around my. Your large fleshy labia, swollen clit and trim little patch have been on my mind all morning and to finally taste and feel you has made me rock hard. Your quickly on your way towards an unexpected orgasm when I slide a finger into you. Then another. You cum hard and with a gasp. I'm so involved in savoring the taste of your pussy I don't notice you opening and spreading the front of your blouse. Your so close to exploding your fingers tremble with the task. Suddenly your aware your. . I survived, I guess.”“Tony should have used my picture on those billboards.”“Yeah, he should have.”She took my hand and gently squeezed it. “I’m a lot prettier than you, anyway,” she teased.I giggled. “You think so, huh?”Her deep brown eyes looked seriously into mine. “You know I’m kidding, Madi. You’re beautiful.”There was just a hint of longing in her eyes and I could feel my heart beat faster as I squeezed her hand back. “Just like you.”There were a few moments of comfortable silence and. .." I just sat, stomach still sinking, "what do we do?" Son, it's up to you," said my father, "we have the medallion, and a suitcase full of clothes you can use, if you want to. It's completely up to you. We're not going to force you into anything, and even if you do, as long as you have the medallion, it's not permanent."Obviously not, if I was able to use it now.Dad continued, "Just take some of the clothes, hold the medallion, and touch them together. The transformation will occur. When.