He would need to transfereverything out into the one he would be using today. The golden rule ofdressing as a woman was that your outfit had to match ...your shoes and yourhandbag - hence the need for so many. The Chameleon looked throughJuliet's drawers for a pair of panties and a bra. Whilst in her lingeriedraw he saw a lovely pair of stockings with a suspender belt and a wickedgrin came across his face. Why should he not have fun with the assignment?Tossing aside the panties for a minute he put. He hadn’t worn protection, not that he had any with him in the first place, and then there was the not so small issue of his seed being firmly implanted within his daughter. At fourteen, pregnancy was going to attract attention from health officials and other authorities. If DNA was taken from any resultant baby in an effort to track down the unknown father, that was going to open an exceptionally unpleasant can of worms.Wasn’t there a time limit on the morning after pill? He would have to. .her naked chest.She always exercised when she was bored...and, in her home gym at least, she always exercised naked, with shoes on of course, for safety. The redhead was proud of her body, toned, firm, with enough curves to make people jealous...and she tanned well for a redhead, still paler than most 'tanning bodies' but at least she didn't look like a vampire, at least that is her opinion of herself when without that tan. She turned her treadmill off, satisfied with her time and took a few. ”Erandur blinked several times. “That makes ... a twisted sort of sense. I’ve ... well, I’ve sensed many different things since I changed who I worship. I wondered WHY I would change my way of thinking. I thought perhaps I was afraid. But from what you say now, I think perhaps that Lady Mara put that fear in me then, so I would be her instrument now.”We started back towards Dawnstar, continuing to talk while we rode. “It’s possible. It depends how far out the players think, and how desperate.