I somehow stood, still with my skirt and slip still held up,barely breathing. My sheer nylon encased legs trembled as I tried tomaintain my balance in...my heels! I felt scared to move as my back passageseemed to be filled like never before! Yes it was the same plug and thesame size, but the added harness now clearly pushed it up further. Idesperately tried to maintain my composure as Sarah simply instructed meto pull my knickers up and sort myself out!She was busy collecting my plug charging. Whatever strange creatures might be tormenting the other drivers, they weren’t obvious through their car windows. He wasn’t sure why, though he suspected the tinted windows on most modern cars had an effect. Either way, he was relieved not to be confronted during his drive home. He wasn’t sure how he might respond if challenged while driving. Still, he kept his vision focused on the cars ahead of him, not risking glancing at pedestrians or into the passing vehicles.It was reassuring imagining. This is fiction is not meant to representany person alive or otherwise. Thanks for editing and proofing to HollyHappy Hart and Janet Nolan. Any mistakes are of course mine! Enjoy! Gender Express- Those Crazy Tourists by grover Inspired by Heather Rose Brown's 'Gender Express'"Excuse me? Could you tell me the way to Gender Express, please?"Mike jerked around surprised. He wasn't the kind of guy girls. My legs are jittering up and down under thetable."I have a good memory for faces, though I do meet a lot of people in mywork."An easy target for the curiosity sitting inside me. "What do you do?" A few years ago I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to dosomething I'd always thought about. I'm a counsellor, specialise inneuro-linguistic programming. Love it."Perfect. Another fucking counsellor. Though I had used the sameopportunities and government funding to take my love of Lego anddrawing.