We decided to volunteer." Well, that's great. His name is Missy and I'm sure he'sglad to have met some new friends."Mistress guided me back to the dre...ssing room, my faceburning in humiliation. I could hear the girls giggling andtalking as the shop owner began to help them find gowns.On Friday, I got off work early to begin the transformationto a southern belle. Mistress took me to the salon whereshe had made an appointment. First, my longer-than-normalhair was curled into sausage curls by a. I grew my hair longer and kept itclean by washing it regularly with lye water and rose petals. I couldspread it across the pillow or dangle it in his face while we engaged incoitus, and then I had hairdressers to curl and arrange it when inpublic.Once he understood that I enjoyed being his wife he offered honours andmoney to people who could transform me further into a woman. One manwas able to find a brew that I drank daily and which had the effect ofgiving me breasts. The substance tasted. Not hearing any questions, the girl ran to bring the tray back to the bar and then returned to her scrubbing. Lizzie snarled under her breath and thought, The innkeeper has just put himself on my bad side, but I have to watch out for my friends hiding nearby, so I can't do what I want to do. I will satisfy myself by keeping an eye on him.Filling her tankard with watered wine, Lizzie drank the refreshing drink down. She repeated this until the pitcher was empty. The innkeeper noticed that it was. Later on after the meeting I greeted myself to her she told me her name was Mandy she was from a different branch. she was a decent looking brunette nicely shaped body. we made small talk and went about our day. Each day went by I kept thinking about what her soles may look like or feel like. Each night before bed I had trouble falling asleep because of the hard on I had each night. Counting down the days :I had to make it to get back home and cum in my wife.I tried to avoid running into Mandy.