Jim looked at herself in the mirror and gave a delighted grin. A total bombshell smiled back at him, her voluptuous form barely stuffed into a tight red dress. If only Rick could see me! she thought. He'd cream his pants right there on the spot! Jim posed and pursed her lips sexily as though for Rick, feeling a by-now familiar wetness growing in her new womanhood.
A devilish -- or perhaps more properly, demonic -- grin grew on her face as the thought of Rick rolled through her sexually charged thoughts. Rick would be putty in her hands!
Mind made up, Jim strode out the door...well, she could not really stride in that purposeful way men did anymore. Her skirt wouldn't quite allow for that much swing in her legs, and her hips had a way of gyrating that she did not recall from her time as a man. Still, she moved with a definite purpose down the stairs and out the door to her car. She struggled into the car, having to push back the seat so that her huge breasts did not mash against the steering wheel. Her shorter legs had some trouble reaching the pedals, but soon she had the hang of it and was on her way to where she knew she'd find Rick on any summer Saturday: hanging around the local sports bar, watching baseball.
Wed Aug 12 00:26:14 1998