My mother took my arm and led me to the fitting room with all the aplomband happiness any mother would have at her daughter's first voyage intofemale ...sexiness. Too bad for me that I wasn't her daughter.The fitting area was a temple to womanhood. Three walls were coveredwith ornately framed mirrors, curved to allow viewing of the subject'sbody from all angles at one time. The fourth wall held the door way anda long rack to hold garments to be tried or those rejected. There was abright light. “We were just about to go to the movies. Speaking of which, we are late.” Cynthia replies. Her blonde curls bounce as she half drags Paul towards the exit. “Wouldn't want to miss that, would we?” Paul smirks. Earl pushes me in front of him in an attempt to hide his hard on. My hard on, the one I created. I delightfully think. Once inside Paul’s car, Earl and I are in the back while Cynthia and Paul are in the front. Paul’s eyes meet mine through the rear view mirror and I lick my lips in. Go. Go marry that lucky guy who loves you. Make a wonderful life with him. Don’t look back. Just fondly remember our morning together. Can you do that?” I asked hoping for the correct answer.“yes” she said sheepishly.I got up off her. I helped her up off the bed. I leaned in and kissed her passionately. I showed her where the bathroom is located if she wanted to shower up before leaving. She declined. She put her work clothes gave me a light kiss and headed out my front door.I decided that. Stefan gently took Zofeya’s wrists and leaned over her. A moment later, Pauline took up her position to the left-hand side of the girl. She picked up her red, rubber-soled slipper and tapped it gently against the eighteen-year-old’s bottom.“No need to count. We’ll just get through these quickly, my dear. I’m only doing this because I love you very much. Do you understand, Zofeya?” Pauline re-adjusted the left sleeve of her blouse and smiled.“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I am so sorry for my behaviour..