As Marcus got into his car, he sighed. Screw it, what have I got to lose? He thought. Before he could lose his nerve, Marcus dialed her number. ‘Hel...lo?’ her sweet voice called. ‘Hey ba—Hey Makena. How are you?’ Marcus cursed underneath his breath. Already fucking up….He drove to his younger brother’s house to pick Annalynne up, waiting for Makena’s response. ‘I’m fine Marcus, I’m glad you called finally. How’s Anna?’ ‘She’s fine, had to leave her with my little brother. But I didn’t call to. My rigid member slid from her womanly entrance which was followed by a generous dollop of her juices that pooled on the floor of the shower and then washed away. “That was an amazing...” she was not sure how to say what she wanted to say. “Fuck?…Shower?” I offered with a huge smile and raised eye brows. “Yes, exactly.” she sighed, “That was an amazing… fucking shower.” She slid to the floor and sighed, a huge smile on her face. I was still standing under the flow of the caressing warm. There was the bra, my bra."Put it on," my pantyhose told me.I picked it up and put my arms through the straps.I then tried to attach the hooks and eyes two or three times before I wassnugly encased in my bra."I should have told you it's a magical training bra," said my pantyhose."What is a training bra?" I replied."When you train a plant what are you doing? Teaching it how to grow,right? Well what do you have that needs to grow?"I looked down.I should have got used to magical transformations. Veronique followed her and Sandra did the same. Sandra was checking out the woman from behind, and she noticed that she was stylishly dressed. She had a white blouse on, with a black skirt that came to her calves and with comfortable shoes on her feet with 2 inch heels. While she walked, her buttocks gracefully shook with every step.She sure looked more like a woman than Veronique, because Veronique was wearing a plain shirt with black pants over her legs and black shoes that almost looked like.