They were no longer father and daughter, they were man and woman. Nothing more was needed, no more seductive poses, no more suggestive words or covert... moves. Willow knew he would follow her to her room, she knew he wouldn’t say good night and leave again. Her heart was slamming violently, she was shaking with latent energy and she did not waiver. When he followed her past his own room her knees turned to water.She did not turn on the light but stepped to the bed and stopped. He came up behind. She quickly rinsed, trying as much as possible to avoid brushing against her breasts with the rough sponge. Raising a foot out of the water, she squeezed the sponge down a shapely leg until she reached her ankle. She noted the fading lines around her ankle and wasn’t at all surprised. She thought it wasn’t so bad being ‘marked,’ and smiled at the thought. She quickly finished washing and rinsed off a few times. She felt wonderfully refreshed and stepped out of the tub, her feet hitting the cold. I had ten suites of rooms, five upstairs and five down, each of which contained two bedrooms and shared a bath. Each bedroom had a large walk-in closet, a king-sized air-bed, a sitting area, and a porch or balcony. All in all, I think these suites were both comfortable and luxurious. Each of my girls continued their school or employment and contributed the costs they had been paying for housing into a common pool. This was already more income per month than the mortgage payments on the property. The woman moved her hand and Matt felt the contact of the hand to the breast. Matt fainted, falling on the bed. The phone awakened Matt. He recalled the dream about being a woman and looked down at his body. A pair of sizable breasts pushed out the pink nightgown he was wearing. A lock of blonde hair draped over his eyes. Matt screamed. The phone continued to ring. Unsure of what to do, Matt answered it. When he said hello, he noticed his voice was soft and higher pitched. Very female.