"Stand up and I'll fasten them." Her mother's fingers were at her thighs,pulling her suspenders and her stocking tops together to attach them, "Now yo...u can put on your knickers." Grace handed her the garment. Theywere a fine soft cotton and Frances pulled them up her legs. They seemedto fit more closely than Francis' male underwear had. Grace pulled the leg of the knickers down to cover the stocking tops.Frances' face reddened. The tug of the suspenders on her stockings wasquite noticeable.. We carried it up, she explained her Dad had dropped her off around the corner, but it wasn’t heavy so she would of carried it if she had to, she only lived a quarter of a mile away, close really.She dropped the bag and inspected the paintwork, not a problem, about an hour, two max and we’ll have it done, she was looking at my picture, the abstract I’d bought and laughed.“What’s wrong, don’t you like it?” I liked it, and didn’t understand why she had laughed.“ No, I do like it, but it’s upside. Let's call at least every otherday," Jenna said."I know! I'm going to miss you too! I hope the Jiggle-Gel works out foryou!" I said."Me too. Remember, you got a job babysitting for that kid down the streettomorrow." Yeah, I remember."We hugged and kissed goodbye and she left. Once I was sure that she wasgone I drove out to the store. I found the aisle that had Jiggle-Gel init. I grabbed about 10 12-packs of the injections. I noticed that theaisle had various other products for making women. A few times at the stop lights he would reach over and caress her breasts, putting his arm around her shoulder and sliding his hand down the center of her cleavage, fingers slipping under the folds of clothe to rub her aching nipples. She shuddered and leaned closer to him, trying to suck his earlobe between his teeth. ‘You better stop that,’ he said, pinching her nipple, ‘Or we’re going to never make it to the restaurant.’ ‘I told you that would be ok,’ she murmured softly into his ear,.