When the vehicle started, he was even faster and I gripped him tightly. My hands were wrapped around him and my boobs started to graze his back.We rea...ched home soon and I had no choice but to invite him in. Vinayak readily agreed and followed me in. On the way, he was smiling and asked me if I had a good trip. We went in. I invited him to take a seat while I made some tea. Instead, he followed me to the kitchen and offered to help me.He pulled a small box out of his pocket and said, “Everything. A man sat behind a big black desk, his hands crossed in front of him. He smiled slyly at Chloe."Welcome," he said. "Please have a seat. My name is Curtis Manning." Kennedy Johnson," Chloe lied, shaking the man's hand over the desk. He put his hands back in front of him and smiled again. "Tell me about yourself, Kennedy. It says here that you're not a professional model. What brought you to New York?" Well," Chloe started, "I'm a student. I've been studying at NYU for almost three years. My. ” She let out a tired sigh.“Do you live alone?”She nodded. “Yes. That’s actually why I came out here. I’m from a small town, so I decided to change things up and surround myself with some more people.”“I understand… Kinda like a fresh start.” He waved one hand.“Exactly.” Valerie smiled warmly at him.Without warning, Bryce's smartphone began to vibrate. Pulling it out of his jean's pocket, he scanned the screen to see he had three missed calls and a text from his mother asking his whereabouts.. His features were softened and the shape of hisface had been altered. He had to admit that he looked pretty. But wasthis what he honestly wanted? Hadn't wearing panties always been enoughin the past? Still, the alterations in appearance had drained away moreof his willpower. A warm lassitude washed over him. He felt so odd,so... feminine. More than he ever had before. One hand came up to touchhis hair, as if he couldn't believe it was him.He summoned what was left of his old self and.