I walked up the stairs, fullyaware that I had no intentions of going to my own room by to my motherand fathers' room. I walked in a closed the door a...s quietly aspossible. I walked over to the dressing table and saw that my other hadplaced all of her make up back into her bag. Unzipping the bag, I tookout what I had seen her use. Foundation, blusher, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and lip stick. Placing them all in from of me like asurgeon placing his instruments in front of himself preparing. He had put on a simple, denim dress that appeared to wrap around his body and then it tied in the front like a robe. It came to just above his knees but it was probably shorter on Jerry when he was a guy.Jerry now had a full head of shoulder length brown hair that seemed to have some natural curl to it. His breasts pushed the front of the dress out appreciably. Like I said, they were terrific breasts. His legs were pretty nice to and well? Jerry was one hot woman now.I've said a lot about. "Jordon said they should meet for lunch tomorrow at a hotel she named. A suitable time to meet was agreed to.The next day Ron went to the hotel's restaurant at the agreed time. He inquired about Jordon since he didn't see her there. He was told she was already there and was shown to her table. Her table was situated to where it was almost completely private and shielded from the other diners.Jordon as to be expected looked good in the dark gray suit she was wearing. She said she had been over. I like to look. I walk in the direction of the stalls, scraping my feet as I go (Unwritten Rule #1: Make Noise. Let people know you're there.). In the stall nearest me, a man starts breathing in explosive puffs and I can see his feet shifting around (Unwritten Rule #2: If you want attention, do something to get it.). The guy in the stall has my attention, so I drift over to the stall door, and peer in. The man sitting on the toilet is hunched over, his hand obviously very busy between his.