40. Delta Flight 1442. See ya."Grace set down her cup of coffee and took a long last look at the trees. The clock was showing 7.30 a.m. Just time enou...gh to do her face and hair and get dressed before she'd have to get going to the airport.***Grace only had time to tuck the lengthy fax document under her arm before she'd had to scoot off to the airport to pick up Taylor and her new "psychic friend." She waited in the airport lounge over a cold beer - it was nice not to be on duty, if only. She sat crossed legged on the pub seats with her palms supporting her head under her jaw line, her elbow on the edge of the tables, the laptop on the table right in front of her face, she hadn’t budged an inch since it began five minutes ago. A Stiffness under her velvet trousers lifted the material upwards at her own groin region. A pulse ran through her body as she listened to what a sissy was supposed act like, her breath deepening with every minute that passed by, her heart rate giving. " C cut her off. "Don't worry, it's not Batman or the Boy Wonder, our shrinking process doesn't work on males, we think it's something to do with chromosomes. But trust me, you'll like your friends" C' picked Barbara up out of her "room" and began to walk with her, admiring her again as he walked. "I must say Ms. Gordon, I like you much better without that get up on" pointing to her Batgirl suit and wig in the corner of the "giant room". Barbara didn't know what to expect, as they left the. Shorts. I ran my hand under the band and worked it around her waist to her backside just above the crack of her ass. I hooked my thumb into her waistband and slowly moved her shorts down over her baby fat ass cheeks exposing her perfectly round ass. I slid them down her muscular thighs to her knees and one by one lifted her knees allowing the shorts to slide down past her calves and ankles and then finally off. I brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply taking in her young sweet aroma,.