I was tall like the girls I dated. I had long flowing brunette hair, hazel green eyes, firm breasts that were just big enough to fill a man's hand, an...d legs to my neck. I was stunning and would give Carrie a run for her money.I got in the shower and began to wash. I realized that I still had hair on my legs although it was far finer than when I was a man. I decided I didn't need to shave them nor my armpits. If all went well, I would be a man again soon anyhow, and it wouldn't matter. I stepped. I was so wet everywhere that they slid freely. For an instant I was disappointed. Then she started again and I felt the orgasm building slowly once more. This time my breathing was more out of control, the rising and falling off my chest flowing with a quiet desperation to climax. Her finger circling motion seemed to lift me above the level of orgasm and my hips moved with her. She was holding me there without coming.All of a sudden, she backed away again, her fingers slipping down my lips,. The two outfits were wrapped in boxes at the foot of the bed.Renee looked at them then back at Lauren, “What's this?”“Well, you've been a little quiet this past week so I thought we'd go out tonight and I got these for you. You looked so yummy in them when we were shopping and you've been such a delight to work with I thought I'd reward you. Don't say you can't take them; I know you said you can't afford that sort of thing. Consider them a birthday and Christmas gift. I don't care, they are. The six hundred he'd sent paid forher one way ticket. Now she was here, there'd be no going back for her, ever.She had made that clear. She came out of the bathroom completely naked. He made her stand in the centerof his lounge room as he looked her over. Yes, she didn't have any recent bruisinganywhere. Yes, as per instructions, she had allowed her armpit and vaginalhair to grow wild. Her eyes were clear and her mouth free of ulcers and smellingmint fresh. There was a small fleur-de-lis on.