Across the street once more

Once I was certain Harold Conniver had left the community, as well as James' siblings, I moved to plan my clothing for the day.

Today, as my bust size was significantly changed, my outfit choices were somewhat more varied. I opted for one referred to as the 'teacher costume,' though it was unclear to me what about it implied education. It consisted of a tight grey sweater vest with long sleeves, a tight white polo shirt, a red tie, and a flowing but short dark grey skirt. Also included was a pair of faux glasses for my face. It was not the most seductive of costumes available, but I concluded a maid's uniform would not be appropriate for walking in public, if only across the neighborhood road.

Again, I passed through the narrow garden path to reach the front door of my user's home. I pressed the button to sound to pleasant tone inside. I could hear the young occupant rushing toward the door in excitement.

He swung the door open with fervor, although his face quickly turned to disappointment as my visage was revealed.

I did not consider the fact that he would not recognize me.

"Uh, hi. Sorry, who are you?" he said with a dismayed confusion. He wore comfortable pajama pants under a tied robe, with fuzzy blue slippers. He was clearly expecting less formal company.

"I'm Tiffany." I said, choosing to proceed without moving much further from the truth than I already intended.

"You're... Tiffany? But, yesterday--"

"Yeah, you met my friend yesterday, Tiffany. She told me how fun and sweet you were, and I wanted to come and see for myself!" Again, I borrowed some context from Harold Conniver's pornographic library to create a believable experience.

"Oh, uhm, ok then! Come on in!" J.R. stood aside, and with a swinging motion of his hand, invited me into his home. I stepped in seductively, moving toward the living room as I did yesterday.

He sat down on the far couch. Today, I immediately joined him on the same couch, close enough to interest him but not to invite him inside of me. Yet.

"So uhm, how much did Tiffany tell you?" His face of excitement and lust betrayed the polite confusion in his voice.

"Oh, everything." I said, beaming. "Can I see where you sleep?"

"Absolutely!" He rose to his feet, letting out a hand for me. I put my palm in his, and together we left the room and proceeded back down the hall we had come from, turning left before the foyer.

We entered the room on the right, and James closed the door behind us.

It was a modest bedroom, large enough for an adult but by no means comparable to Harold Conniver's room as master of the house. The bed was just as wide, however, and the furniture was high-end. I sat on the edge of the bed, swinging my legs seductively, as it was somewhat high off of the floor.