’ Mike came in then, ‘Bloody hell Lena, what have you done to yourself. You look, well, fabulous, I suppose,’ he said. ‘Mmm, you like,’ I sa...id smiling and doing a twirl. I knew he wasn’t into young looking women: he liked his women to look and dress their age. Oh he liked young women but not underdeveloped girls. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I like and Silvio will as well. You’ll knock him dead.’ With that he turned to Gianna, ‘Are you OK Arna, ready?’ She smiled a sad smile. This was, could be, a turning. .Iwas so confused, I couldn't think. I put on my underpants, which morphed intopanties, and then a different shirt, which turned into a long, light purpledress. I put on my socks and shoes, which became girls' footwear. I couldn'tbear to steal a look at myself in a friend's mirror, but I did--why did Ihave to reach up to get it? I stared at my hand--it was small and delicate! Igot the mirror and looked at myself. I almost screamed in disbelief--my facehad changed into a little girl's! My. Just as Karina was about to get into the car, Sophie spun her round and spoke very sternly to her.“Karina, if I am expected to spend a week living in the same house as you, you and I need to come to an understanding:-You are the most sexually excitable person on this tripYou have a body which attracts both men and women, me in particular (Karina looked up in surprise)However, unless you keep yourself under control and only fuck people who ask to be fucked, I shall personally take you out and. .the fabric pulls tight, tight, and your pussy lips emerge on either side, one then the other as your vulva engulfs the white lacy panties...I let go and the panty slides back into place, your beautiful pussy lips retreat (I'd like to see that in slow motion!). There is a distinct wet spot at the bottom of your panties! You are in the basement, reclined on a small old wooden desk, like from some 1950s era school. You are CLOTHED for god's sakes, you have on a skirt, blouse, underwear, but you.