"Peter waiting for Madam Rose to finish talking and then he said, "Madam I am not a girl, I have a penis not a clit, I don't have a pussy, I'm a man n...t a girl."Madam Rose had been talking nice and sweet; however, when Peter said what he did, she changed and said in a very authoritative demanding voice, "Look bitch, you are mine to use how I see fit; if I say you are a cat, you are a fucking cat. If I say you are a dog, you are a fucking dog. Now, I say you are a fucking girl, so you are just. " I would love to, but I don't think they just let random girls walk inand try on a dress." We could say we were getting married, it could be a double wedding,they can't prove we're not," I suggested."I suppose they can only say no," Monique said back.We stepped into the boutique trying to act like a pair of mature youngladies who were engaged to be married. We got two steps in before wewere stopped."Can I help you two girls?" said a lady in her 50's who clearly workedthere, emphasis on the. . Am I?Confused now, Ella’s feelings were in turmoil. She decided to dress quickly and go for a little look around and maybe find a quiet café for a bite to eat? She didn’t bother with a bra, far too warm for that. Her summer blouse and short skirt were just what she needed, and she looked great! Full of confidence, Ella walked down through the narrow streets and colourful houses to the coast. There was only a small beach here but as it was early in the season very few people were about. The. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?) She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine were in the laundry. So I got into the shower, and cleaned.