We were soon seated, and drawing the attention of the waiters. We had just finished our starter, when my wife went to the ladies' toilet. When she ret...urned she revealed that she had removed her knickers. At every opportunity she was opening her legs, giving the waiters a view of her wet, swollen pussy.When we had finished our meal the taverna was empty. The head waiter came over to us, and asked if we would like to join them for a nightcap. We said we would love to and headed to where they were. Any combination of Gretchen and Jamesyou can think of. Try this: be James but with Gretch's hips and waist."I looked down at myself and soon I was James with wider hips and a tinymidsection with a four-pack abs. It looked a bit odd, verydisproportionate."Good, now try this. Be Gretchen again."I morphed fully back into Gretchen."Now, you're probably just shy of a C-cup right now. Think about makingyour breasts fuller and bigger. You won't be able to get too muchbigger but you'll be able to. I readily agreed and asked me to get in her car. She drove like a pro. We reached a nearby coffee shop but thanks to Pune Traffic there was no parking space left for us to park.She asked me about my plans for the day. I knew I had my catch. I told her I was free the whole weekend. She laughed out loud and said I asked you about today and winked. She said she stays nearby if I didn’t mind we could go to her place for a coffee. I agreed.We reached her bungalow. She parked the car and asked me to. ’ ‘You are so smart. Thank you.’ ‘You are welcome. A bit extra in your Mom’s drink?’ ‘Yes, please.’ Both loved their drinks and wanted another. The bartender smiled at me. I was sure she didn’t remember me but on my previous trip my gay friend Bruce decided he wanted to go there so we did. He spent his time chatting up some t-girls as the bartender and I graded his effectiveness. Her name was Lauren and she was a short, terminally cute blonde. I liked her but assumed she was a lesbian. She.