Quickly, she pulled her gown down and ran away down the long hall to exit out into the courtyard and the relative safety of the stables.She shed the f...male garments and donned the male clothing arranging her short hair under a masculine cap that mad her look dashing and no longer cute. Her long blade and sharp dagger completed her costume and she strolled off down the cobblestoned street with a light step that she hoped was more masculine than effeminate lest she be taken for a limb wrist. The way she tried to smile through her tears, her tiny hands crushing two of my fingers as the nurse inserted a needle and drew blood, captured me. I told her that it might take longer, but the doctors would do every bit as good a job fixing her as they had for Tigger.Two years later they weren't quite done. Her shattered left leg had been screwed and pinned back together. She still wore a brace on that knee. The leg would have to be broken again and reset, as it had healed shorter than the. She dried herself with a thick fluffy towel, and then dropped it into the laundry basket a she walked through to her bedroom.Miranda studied her damp body in her full length bedroom mirror."You'll soon be too old to care!" she gave a depressed little sniff, as her eyes slid sightlessly over her reflection.She couldn't see how tiny her waist was, only how wide her hips seemed to look.She couldn't see how full, and inviting her breasts were; only that her back seemed too small to handle the. One kiss turned to two & she giggled as the kisses tickled her neck, shoulders & down her spine. “Horny for a change are you?!” she laughed. The kisses made their way further down her body & then became joined by hands rubbing her legs – outside at first but then inside her thighs; fingers occasionally touching her bum & ultimately her pussy lips.kirst was getting very turned on & gave no resistance when the fingers finally began playing with her; she moaned with pleasure as they slipped inside.