Henry wore the white sandals to breakfast, he didn’t want to wear heels if he didn’t have to and the golf shoes had spikes. He first had to allow Alicia to make him up. She spent a lot of time doing the bruise on Henry’s necked and joked “I might be able to get a job in Hollywood” Henry didn’t complain when she worked on his eyes and face. When he looked in the mirror he found he now had eye shadow that matched the colour of his dress. He also allowed Alicia to use her eyebrow shaper on him on both his eyes and ears, evidently he had a few stray hairs. He didn’t object to her doing that while he had this face. With the wig back in place he had once more become Rachel, the mute personal assistant.
So at breakfast Henry just sat there smiling and silent while eating breakfast. He had found his appetite had decreased substantially since he had acquired Alicia’s trim stomach. No longer was he seeking omelettes and cooked meals, instead he found a small bowl of cereal with some fruit and yoghurt was all he needed.
Henry was still aware of all the males in the room glancing at himself and Alicia. Included in that category were the group of men he had passed at reception last night. He had surreptitiously watched them elbow each other and turn to watch Alicia’s backside as she fetched some fruit juice. She must have noticed herself as on the way back she stopped and spoke to them. Henry noticed one of the men blushing in embarrassment.
Henry raised his eyebrows to Alicia from across the room. She winked at him and exaggerated her hip swing as she returned to the table. “Three more puppies” said Alicia with a little giggle as she resumed he seat. “Newly arrived and quite randy. I told them they could look but not touch and that my 6’5, 225 lb husband was the jealous type, as I flashed my ring”
Henry could help himself. He whispered “But your husband isn’t 6’5. At the moment he’s a woman”
“Shh Rachel. You know better than to try and talk. They don’t know that. You should give them a show as well. It’s energising. Go over and fetch me one of those pastries” Henry just shook his pretty blonde head and glared at his wife.
To leave the dining area after finishing breakfast, they had to walk past Alicia’s puppies. They were certainly looking. Alicia’s bum wiggle was working overtime. Henry gave them his sweetest smile, chuckling to himself about what how the lads would react if they discovered what was inside Alicia’s panties.
As they returned to the room Henry now reflected about what was no longer in his own panties. He felt a void down there. It felt breezy. Maybe that was because he was in a relatively short skirt and there was only that tiny bit of lacy material between his pussy and the open air. It was certainly a lot more comfortable than having Mister Marvellous trapped inside the panty shaper and having to be so careful how you sat. Now Henry no longer had anything that could be accidently squeezed.
Then a thought dawned on him about sitting in the short skirt. He had quite possibly been flashing his panties at the restaurant. No wonder it had felt breezy. People had been looking his way and not necessarily at his eyes. He had assumed those eyes were on his breasts or the little bit of lace of the camisole that was exposed in his cleavage. Perhaps they had been looking at the lace of his knickers? He determined he would need to remember to keep his legs together for the rest of the day.