Looking in the mirror I realized what a state I looked,thoroughly shagged.. my hair was a mess, my face was smeared with theheavy make-up I'd put on t...e night before and my neck had several deeplove bites, pulling my blouse off I had the same marks on my tits andthere was a clear bite on my shoulder where he had broken my pale skin.I still needed to hitch down from London to Brighton, so I quicklyshowered and then chose a purple slash neck T'shirt, I realized I riskedstaining my parts,. The first task was to make it easier for me to get into the makeup and hairpiece. The second was making it foolproof against detection at close range. If I was going to pull the same ruse with Cinnamon I had with Angel, I would need to get close without being recognized. Even if she didn’t recognize me, if she realized I was in makeup and a costume, it would be just as much a failure.There was no question I’d need to get more comfortable being around girls when I was dressed as a boy,. I was over the moon :-) The following week she called me on my day off to say that Fred was coming in an hour and could I could I come up ?I got there in 10 minutes so plenty of time to get myself in to the spare room across from hers. I had a cuppa and waited for Fred to arrive which he duly did bang on time. I went through and closed the door leaving enough of a gap to peek through. I was in there for a good hour before I heard them making their way up the hall and in to the bedroom, i had a. It wasn't like that. It wasn't. I'm sure it wasn't ... y'know... that. I'm not Burk; a girl says no, I stop. But she does have to say no — I'm not a mind reader.And especially when I'm like that — right off the field, naked, and she was just un-fucking-believable. I don't know why I hadn't noticed how absolutely, overwhelmingly, incredibly fuck-able Carol was. Everything about her was a turn on. The way she looked at me, eyes wide and bright. The hot, slick feel of her skin — I didn't know if.