So into the bathroom I went, wearing only the panties from thecostume. Something still wasn't right. The breasts feltreal, attached. I swore I coul...d feel them jiggle as I walked. Couldn't be. I sat down on the toilet and let loose. Thatdidn't feel right. I didn't feel the squished up, pulled backsensation from my penis. It didn't feel like the urine wasrunning through a tube underneath an artificial skin. Whenthe stream stopped, I pulled off a wad of paper and dabbedmyself. I could. We weren't able to see where it went." That's why I'm giving you its GPS coordinates," said Bob."We've always been able to see where it went before," complained the voice."You mean you're spending a quarter billion dollars of the taxpayers' money for me to tell you something you're not even listening to?" I'm listening now, motherfucker. Give me those numbers again." Just throw out another fucking ball on the edge of the fairway," suggested Bob."We have to recover that ball," said the Secret. I changed clothes, threw on some pantyhose and a short skirt, exchanged my crop top for a tight black blouse, and slid into some four-inch heels. I walked back to the mirror, smiled, and shifted my waist ever so slightly to get a look at my ass. You got this, Melissa.Dinner went amazingly well. Once again, Melissa was a huge hit. She was quick-witted, intelligent enough to participate in current event conversations, and she even had some nice zingers for Dudley who was trying to poke her every. It was Larry coming to do some work. He said his plans got changed. I kidded him and said he just wanted to look at Marie’s tits again.I told him we were sunbathing behind the garage. I said we would go say hi to Marie and then go to work. He just stopped dead in his tracks, Marie was laying on her back with her legs spread apart, showing her shaved pussy. I told her Larry was here, she opened her eyes,looked at him,stood up and walked up to him. He couldn’t decide to look at her.