Both girls had changed outfits. Nikki was now wearing a black bikini bra and her slutty Daisy Duke shorts. From the two gentle swells under her bra cu...ps I knew they were stuffed with tissue. She also had on black high heels—not her usual four-inch stilettos, but maybe a two-inch heel. Two dainty gold hoops hung from her ears.Megan had opted for a pair of red Daisy Dukes, frayed at the legs and fairly short, but still respectable, and a white bikini bra with tiny black drawings on it. Her small. "Then I'll do yourmakeup, and then you can put on the dress." I'm not going to put this stuff on!" Why not? You did it when I wasn't here. Dirk said you looked lovely.Shall I invite your mother over for a fashion show?" No!" Well then, get dressed." What, in here?" I said."Why not? Real girls don't mind getting dressed around other girls."With a show of reluctance, I stripped off my boy's clothes and put onthe stuff she'd tossed on the bed. The panties first, to cover my boybits, and then the. ” “Wrong again, Marcy. You will work out with a maximum of twenty-five pounds. I’m looking for endurance and speed, not muscle mass. You have nice definition and muscles. Let’s keep it that way.” “Careful Mike that’s close to flirting. Give her time.” The voice in my head echoed. I joined her for the workout and when it was finished dismissed her telling her to be back at six the following morning. I worked her butt off for the next three months. After the workout on the third month, I told. I headed for the kitchen.Sharon was sitting at the breakfast counter weeping. I removed her gag and held her."I didn't want anybody to see me like this." I see you like this." I mean anybody else. I don't mind if you see me like this... no, I do mind when you see me like this, but I can't help it, but I like it, too, but... I don't know what I mean."I held her until she was calm and quiet. "Do you want to finish the job?" Yes." I led her back to the main hall and held the gag to her lips."Do I.