The transformation now complete Holly began to dress in the rest of Michelle's clothes. After finishing this task she reached down to retrieve her own... only to find they were no longer there, the only thing on the floor now was the spray bottle she'd used earlier. She searched a bit longer still not finding anything then decided to give up. She exited the stall and gazed into the mirror in front of her to see a magnificent sight for now staring back at her was Michelle Swatchett in all her. Play with your beautiful breasts, squeeze your nipples, feel how erect they are. Really he gets most of his sexual sensation through his nipples now. He can't even bring himself off without nipple play. No more penis obsession! I can't tell you how much of a difference that makes! No more thirty seconds and then turn on the baseball game. {laughter}Yes we've all been there. Oh I just grew tired of being neglected. And then I combined that with his submissive fantasies. The solution seemed. I eased them out from the confines of her bra as I continued to explore her mouth."Nice," she whispered into my mouth as she ran her hands over my hairy chest and down to where the towel was knotted at my waist."I hope you're not going to disappoint me, Derek," she said as I reached for the zip of her skirt. A quick downward pull, and it slithered down to her ankles, just as she opened the towel and smiled."Oh no Derek," she smiled. "I just know you weren't." as she sank to her knees.I looked. "Twice as much as before? You mean twice as much as our once a week, usually a Sunday night, quickie?" I said. "Twice as much as that? Hoopdeedoo!" She looked down. She was starting to cry. A woman crying, no matter what any of those macho assholes say, is damn hard to ignore. But, I was going to be strong. I had the germ of an idea. It'd kinda come to me over the past couple of days as I'd sat and moped.I started pacing back and forth as though lost in thought, pondering. "This is the deal.