#8: Importantly, a large number of other girls were loudly clamoring for a ride on Mark's Magic Muscle. (Being well brought up Christian girls, they d...idn't actually word it that way; that's just me amusing myself, if not you.)"Right!" urged Julia. "Let's get to the hotel." {Groan}. I don't think I can walk." That's from Morgan, not me.I volunteered, "I'll ask the angel to float you down to the limos. I'm sure you'll be fine once it's time to go shopping." Morgan was too tired for more sex, but. I unbuttoned another button reviling more of my cleavage. Looking down I saw that the globes of my tits were showing. My son now positioned himself low on the floor, almost laying down. From this angle he could probably see up my skirt. I kept my knees together just in case, looking down at him."Tommy, that's not a position a son should take pictures of his Mom from" Yeah, but not everyone has a beautiful Mom like you" He said snapping more pictures.I liked that response, I liked the fact that. This was the one week day where my daughter was gone and I could actually take a bit to decompress. Feeling exhausted and drained from the day, I stopped and picked up take out for dinner. No sense in cooking tonight, I needed a break. It felt wonderful slipping my heels off the second I walked in the door. Dropping my purse and packaged dinner on the kitchen counter gave the confirmed feeling that the day was finally through. Little did I expect what was to happen next.He must have waited. Summing it up, she said itwas a servant's duty to please her superiors. As I looked at my newimage, I realized she had made me much more feminine looking. It wouldbe hard to connect this new face to my old masculine one. But I alsorealized that I couldn't just pull my hair back and revert to my malepersona. My hair color, thick eyelashes and severely shaped eye browswould be a direct contradiction to a masculine appearance. Juanita haddone as she had promised, making my identity more secure,.