The femalehormones would bring out his true submissive nature.Christi's Story: I felt guilty at first helping Jasmine spike Mr.Johnson's coffee. But... it was kind of fun to see the changes. He wasbecoming more and more girlish?and a better boss. I told Mr. Johnsonthat I had a date one night and he told me to leave early to get ready. We chatted about fashion and gossip magazines. He even confided in methat his breasts were sometimes itching.Mr. Johnson's Story: I noticed that once Jasmine. He stared at the bed."Those are for girls," he said. "Are there boys at all at this school? Istill have to meet any." She smiled."Plenty of boys," she said. "And the shirt is a male dress shirt, foryour information. Now put these on, time is running out." But..," he said, helplessly holding up the shorts and the top."Problems?" she asked. "It's not rocket science: the top goes over yourhead and the shorts up your legs. I do hope they fit over yourinteresting little cod piece."She laughed and. We agreed on her apartment, and from then on I made sure every Wednesday evening was clear for three hours, and by the end of the first tutoring session we agreed they were a great success. Of course, I was constantly bedeviled by her figure and face as she pondered, moved, and smiled in sudden understanding, but never made any improperly suggestive remark…until she started, that is, for she did have an earthy sense of humor and long and varied experience in the bedroom (and, I gathered, every. You go to the reception and the receptionist instantly tells you the suite you are to go to. You knock on the door, your mind is racing now and you are very curious as to what is going to happen next. I open the door and nod with approval as you remove your coat and your ample breasts are clearly visible through the thin fabric.‘Hi Annie” “I have brought you here to perform for my friends who will be here soon” performance you think, what kind of performance is he talking about?You quickly.