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They knew each other and Renée had just given me the okay to not only hit on her friend, but to actually get into her panties. I was finding her to be a complete mystery and the only immediate answer I got from her was a smile.Erin looked at Renée. "This is him?"Renée merely nodded.It was pretty evident that Renée told Erin something about me after she left last night. Whatever that could have been, only they knew. My heart began to race and I became even more nervous. I really wanted to know what they had talked about, but some part of me didn't. That same portion of my being that was a perpetual pessimist just wanted the joke to be over with so everyone could get on with their lives. That same side was absolutely certain that Renée's suggestion for me to seduce Erin was part of the joke.Erin looked back at me and I tried to regain some level of composure and control. I could feel her eyes on me just as I had with Renée. She wasn't looking me over as she might some hunk. She was. One with a big pussy bow at the neck, one with an elaborate Victorian lace front and buttons up the back and then a tight almost sheer silk blouse! And as I was now obviously dressing as a woman I would always wear my breast forms. I felt nauseous again! The first Monday back, she made me wear the plain black mini skirt, that had a little slit at the back and a matching short fitted jacket. I had to wear the lace Victorian blouse, and my white lace bra was very visible underneath, and protruded in two neat little bumps due to the breast forms! The bras were I guess only an A cup, but with my own fleshy chest now they seemed bigger than what I imagined an A cup size to be. I wore some sheer flesh coloured tights and the low black stiletto heels. She also produced one of her pearl necklaces and a matching pair of dangly pearl earrings. She had bought me a more girly red leather briefcase with a strap, and a red leather shoulder bag, to carry my make up which she said I would need to.
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