If I get Annabel to them and talk I go free. But I dain't ask and she ran away. I didn't wanna be tied up and beaten up for grassin' ya up." Where is ...he?" I dunno," George told them honestly as rivers of blood streaked across his face, but Tony smashed his fist into his bloody mess, causing him to cry out in pain."I said, where?" I dunno," George repeated with blood dripping from his nose. "I just dunno. She said she'd write, but she ain't done."Tony shook his head and picked up a gun from the. One of the girls raised her hand. "Yes Brooke?" What about Stacy?" she asked. "She doesn't have a chart? She's a part ofour nest, right?"Madison pursed her lips and asked me, "Do you need a potty chart Stacy?"I thought quickly before answering. "No Miss Madison, Mommy keeps me indiapers - it would be kind of pointless!" Well there you have it Brooke, Baby Stacy there doesn't need one becauseshe knows she's not a big girl like you all are." She paused beforesmiling. "Unless you don't need one. Here they are for your enjoyment, please comment and rate for more. Amys Panties -The Beginning It was a calm evening in Georgia, the sun had set and the summer heat was being carried gently by a small breeze. Times like this were perfect for Amy, she loved being outdoors and would typically walk to work at the Diner after school. When she didnt have to work, most days she would take the path down to her favorite spot by the river and sit underneath the willow trees for awhile. It was a small. She was going to have to. It was the only way she knew to findRoscoe and he was the only friend she had right now.As she towelled herself off she looked at her titties in the mirror. Otherthan helping make her skin softer and adding a tiny bit to her curves, thehormones had not done much to feminize her male figure. She still verymuch resembled a young man - and that was okay because she did not want toBE a girl. She just wanted to be the best sissy that she could. Makeupwent a long way to.