I will expect total obedience from you otherwise you will be punished. Now, go get dressed in the clothes I laid out on your bed, we are going out.”...“Yes, Daddy,” I replied as I rose on quivering legs and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Daddy had laid out a very short denim skirt and black tank top on my bed. I was confused to see that there was no panties or a bra for me to put on. I slid the skirt on, it was so short that it barely covered the bottom of my ass. The shirt was tight and. She was right. I loved being a tart and batting myeyelashes at all those men. After about eighteen months (which included aspell as Sharon Stone. WOW!) it was plain that my bum was fully developedand my breasts, at somewhere between an A and a B cup, were not going toget any bigger on their own,so we decided that I should match Francine's Ccup size, and I had implants. I loved my new boobies! They looked great and my nipples really stood out.As soon as we could we christened them with an. . Shayna! The two hour flight gave Shane enough time to go over his checklist. For months he searched the web for the perfect outfits, lingerie, make-up, wigs, manicure sets, jewelry, breast forms, and all the other accessories necessary to go out dressed for the first time EVER! Shane discreetly purchased these items on-line and had them shipped to Salt Lake (where he had rented a lock box for the last six months). He had been nervous about being "passable" as a woman, so he went on a diet. “Good night John, and thank you.”“What for? You’ve come to help us over our problem. See you in the morning, or rather later this morning!”They laughed and Claire made her way up the stairs, while John did the rounds of the house and put out the lights.A little later, two middle-aged people lay abed in the same house but in different bedrooms, and prepared for sleep.Claire had never felt so exhausted. She had risen very early, taken a flight to Manchester Airport from Schiphol, been driven up.