" She wrapped me in a hug. My whole body being caressed by eitherher skirts orher puffy sleeves. It felt almost like a protective cocoon. I cried soha...d that I exhausted myself and fell asleep in her embrace.I was on an old wooden ship at sea. I was dressed like a proper lady fromthe 19th century. A flowery dress with a tight corset, tight sleeves and askirt with a huge bustle at the back. My long hair was curling over myshoulder and a wide brimmed hat rested at an angle on my head and was. ’ ‘I suppose she’s right.’ When she had the strings loose she looked at the mesh tube and said, ‘How do you get this thing off anyway?’ ‘You have to kind of roll it down, starting at the back.’ She helped me take it off and of course I got an erection. Suzanne said, ‘I think you’re glad to see me, roomie. Do you need any help in the shower?’ ‘No, you’ll have to turn the shower on and off that’s all. Maybe we can find some sort of a handle I can use.’ I finished showering and walked naked into. I was 17, and just your average kid to everyone I ever knew. I had spent the last 5 years of my life at a very strict boarding school surrounded by boys, but some of those boys could of easily of passed for girls. My parents where pretty much middle class folk who had wanted the best for there son, and that was there justification in sending me off to boarding school.The thing that puzzled me the most was girls, up until I was 11 I had never really thought too much about them. But then on my. ”“Yeah, I know the rumours,” Dave said dismissively, “But they’ve been gone for about two years or so. That was about the same time when Mike and I started drifting apart…” I could tell he felt sad about this particular topic but I wanted to know more. “What happened?”“Well,” Dave sighed, “All of this began back when I was 12. You know, back when having pokemon cards meant you were popular. And I was this tanned South African kid with braces and spiked up hair and loads of rare pokemon cards..