Laura set down her school bag (it was mostly empty anyway) and considered the metal fence in front of her. As a young girl, her and her brother had cl...mbed harder, but that was many years ago, and she was out of practice (and wearing high heels.)The construction worker watched, amused, as the school girl he'd been calling out to climbed the fence. He briefly wondered if she was going to try to fight him, but he was fairly sure he could defend himself against the slip of a girl. As she landed. " I looked at the clothing a moment ortwo and threw my black gaff on the bed. I decided to dress in mywomen's jeans even though they were really too large for me now. One ofmy men's polo shirts would do along with sneakers and white sox. Aha, Ithrew in an extra pair of white sox and a long sleeve polo. I carefullyfolded and packed my flowing black pants, a silk shirt and an open workvest. I added the peasant shirt and denim wrap skirt. Then I looked atmy closet and put in the short. Too muchhot, too much cold, too much vacuum, too much radiation ... too muchmodesty. You'll rarely catch an Aldebaranian wearing clothes! Not even creepyweirdos, like me. Only ... well ... I'm getting ahead of myself.But being clothes ... well ... that's my secret raison d'?tre and why I'mwriting this down in the first place. Being clothes is ... my confession,my secret, my hidden dark deep passion ... and nowadays, my profession.The most pleasurable taboos in any species rarely make sense. ?I suppose they’ve never had cause to.??I wish I had a bottom like yours.??You are fascinated by bottoms,? remarked Chrysanthemum with a strange smile on her face.Winona nodded. Although it had never crossed her mind before, Chrysanthemum was right. But who wouldn’t be when her bottom had been spanked and beaten so many times. It wasn’t her fault that her life had become so much bottom-fixated. ?Would you like to see my bottom?? asked Chrysanthemum.This was a strange remark, but perhaps not so.