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The Long Embrace of Change
Part VII
We watched Chris walk along toward his doctor’s appointment from my new apartment window. My apartment was much larger than his, but was strategically located so that every time he walked up or down the stairs, he would pass my door. And very soon, we would meet.
“She still has no idea,” Kim said. I knew of the subtle messages Chris was starting to get, some subliminally through the television, others as barely-audible voices broadcast through small speakers throughout the apartment. She was being given suggestions to wear the womens’ clothes we’d left there. We could see she wasn’t wearing a dress, and we suspected she hadn’t actually put on the panties, either – but the seeds of desire were nonetheless being sown.
Her gait was taking on a decidedly womanly manner. Her ass wiggled just a little as he walked – not enough to raise the attention of onlookers, but enough to suggest a feminine side if one looked for it.
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