" I slide the white underwear up my legs and push mylittle penis back between my legs like mommy said.Mommy smiles. "Luckily your little boy parts hav...e never grown since youwere a newborn so you can fit into that underwear still sweetie." I lookdown seeing the front of my underwear flat with no buldge showing at all."Let's get these little shorts up your legs sweetie and see how theyfit." Mommy slides them up my legs and over my underwear and they fitperfect, except them being so short, not. The bouncing didn’t hurt as such (her breasts were too dense and well-sprung for that), but she worried that she might look out of place among her flat-chested peers. And, given that she herself had only been a B-cup a mere matter of months before, she still wasn’t quite used to her new top-heavy centre of gravity, which was exacerbating her already ungainly bearing. And these fears were confirmed soon enough. One evening, the director, a flamboyant homosexual named Cecil, replete in chiffon. " Thanks, Mrs. Baylor," he said, following her in."We don't need to be formal. It isn't like we didn't know each other. Call me Rita." Okay, Rita," he said, sitting by her on the couch. "Actually, it's you I wanted to see." Oh? What about? I thought you had a date with Mitzi last night." Yeah. That's why I wanted to see you." I don't understand!" she said."Well, Rita... it's just that you're so much better than Mitzi."His face colored. "Yeah, Mitzi tried to be good, I guess. But it's so much. " How?" I had to ask."Credit card." You tracked my credit card?" Yeah." You found me because I used my credit card to check into the hotel?" Yeah." See, Chip?" I said. "That's smart. I didn't think of that." Looking at his uniform, I saw a pair of silver bars on each collar, and continued, "And you're a captain. They don't make captains in the FPS out of dummies. Listen to me," I continued urgently, "it's just that Victor has used a machine that can..."I stopped speaking suddenly because I.