" With a little work on her makeup and hair, Babbs was ready to be presented to Bill. Though nervous, the Babbs side of her brain was taking over. She... raised her chin, put on a smile, arched her back, pushed out her boobs and followed Ann back into the game room. Bill was sitting where they had left him talking on the phone. He looked up and a slight smile came across his face. The top of the bikini had just enough fabric to cover Babbs nipples. The bottom as the name implied looked like a. When he asked ifthey took tattoos off she said they didn't. He explained his make-upwas tattooed on and she said maybe he would look more normal in adress.He returned to his room sadder than ever. His make-up stood way outwhen he was wearing men's clothes and he felt trapped. He put on anightgown and went to bed.The next morning he put on one of his mini-dresses. The day supervisorasked him if he didn't like his men's clothes. He told her what thenight manager had said to him and told her his. I eased myself away from the group I was with and started to edge closer. As I approached, the strands resolved one by one and each one shone. They picked up highlights from the brightly lit room and her hair, though still as black as a moonless night, bounced back tiny sparkles. There were a thousand midnight stars in her hair.Edged up against the wall of the room, squeezed between the heavy window drapes and the buffet table, I was left alone to feast my eyes on her. I still hadn’t seen her. Thanks! Myaattack! Of the psychic panties! Pt.1"pick up, ed," the sultry voice on the answering machine said. "I knowyou're there, and I know you're wearing christie's panties."Holy samoley, thought ed. He was already freaking out. He was justlooking in the mirror, oggling his huge, soft double d breasts, when thephone rang. "How the hell did she know...?" Without thinking ed bit his lip. Hiscurvy, full figured brunette reflection did the same. His perfectlyfrench manicured hands touch his.