As quietly as possible, Jon whispered, "I wish that Dale's breast forms would change into real breasts, just the size and shape he likes, but that they'd revert in two days unless Dale is happy with them," Jon whispered. Also, I wish that right now he was wearing crotchless panty hose, no panties, and no tape, but that he could change those whenever he wants, just like any other clothing."
"Did you say something? Ooh, that feels good," Dale mumbled as Jon gently massaged the glands just below Dale's new nipples. Then, almost immediately, Jon felt Dale's erect cock rubbing against the spot just behind his new vagina. Deftly he raised his hips, pointed Dale's cock at his waist, and lowered his pussy lips across it. Then, continuing to massage Dale's breast glands, Jon began sliding his wet pussy lips (and more importantly his wet clitty) against Dale's shaft. Simultaneously, Jon really enjoyed the slick feeling of sliding his legs against Dale's pantyhose, and of Dale massaging Jon's naked butt.
Rhonda and Sarah, meanwhile, had progressed down to their lingerie. Under her construction clothes, Rhonda had been wearing a firm sports bra, a cotton camisole, and almost mannish cotton briefs. Sarah has been wearing a sports bra under her cheerleading sweater. Under her skirt she'd worn only some lycra cheer briefs that had a cotton lining in the crotch.
"Maybe we should keep our own undies," Sarah proposed.
"Yeah, that'd be more sanitary," Rhonda agreed. "You're gonna need to take off that makeup and get a crew cut, though."
"You're gonna need your arms, legs, and upper lip shaved, plus makeup put on," Sarah observed. "But unless you can grow hair down to your waist in five or ten minutes, I think we should skip the haircuts."
"I wish Rhonda would grow hair down to her waist in five or ten minutes," Jon whispered just before the world exploded in his first female orgasm. Dale was ready too, and spewed forth a stream of goo that drenched his pantyhose from his waist to his butt. Of course, Jon also picked up quite a bit on his lower abs.
"There are stacks of washcloths in the kitchen and both bathrooms, " Lydia announced. "You guys can decide later whether you're going to respect each other in the morning. Sandy, you're running behind. Have you chosen a person and a command yet?"
