I know, I still do not look really pretty or feminine, but I felt verycomfortable. My fluffy tail curled in anticipation and my cat-ears werepointed. ...I guess I hadn't mentioned it before. Since I confessed toLouise that I liked being a cat-girl more than being a bitch (whowouldn't?) we had started my transition.The greyhound's tail had been replaced by a 1.3 yard long tail. Yellowand grey stripes and fluffy and furry. I had enhanced the programmingand modified it to fit cat responses more. It. Having never been outside of the house dressed up I was worried that people would recognize me. He reassured me, having me stand in front of the mirror to see myself, and I have to say I would never have recognize me even if I tried. Henry pointed out that there was only one issue, pointing down to my slowly growing erection in my satin panties. I grew a little embarrassed but he told me he had a way of fixing that problem producing a small plastic device. I looked at his curiously as he slid. Her body was well proportioned and curvy, but not fat, a very attractive 34D-25-27. She sat in the chair next to me with her legs parted just enough to be suggestive without being too slutty. She was flirting, but her style wasn't one of commercialism - you would think she was genuinely interested in you as a person, not just a payday. Her face was very pretty and we talked for a bit and I got her to smile, her beautiful green eyes sparkling. "So what's your name, Mr. Chivalry?" she asked.. His pigtails started to dance as his movements accelerated."Aren't blow jobs great! Don't this just make you feel all dizzy inside, you SISSY LITTLE SHITBALL!"Bill could see his son's excitement crest. The sight of the action on the screen, the feel of his little girl outfit, and the words cutting deep channels in his feelings were sending the boy into orbit."Yeah, get ready, here comes the money shot. Go faster, you SICK LITTLE TURD, or you'll miss it! He's going to shoot his STUFF down her.