I tried to force mybrain to access Alana's memories to give her a better answer, but itstill didn't work that way."That's okay," she said. "It's not u...common for women in your field tomiss a cycle or two. You are still in dance, right?" When my ankle isn't hurt, yeah," I said."Given your low weight and the amount of exercise you put in during anaverage day, it wouldn't surprise me if you were off cycle," she said, asshe popped her head back out from under the gown. "But let's go ahead andget a. Okay, my body looked younger that it actually is but how many young girls have nipple and clit jewellery? I decided that if I stood any chance of getting away with it I would have to remove my jewellery and carry something that a kid would have. On impulse I went into one of those sell everything junk shops. I looked round and found a Barbie towel and a pink bucket and spade. Okay, perhaps the bucket and spade were a bit young for me but they’d certainly make me look young.I walked back to the. I'm dressed in a white and plaid schoolgirl outfit, but it's not the slutty kind, it's a legit, and somewhat conservative one. White knee highs, plaid skirt, white top, and underneath it's equally conservative, plain white cotton bra and panties. I've shaved my pussy smooth as well. I'm wearing only a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow, and my hair is in a very plain ponytail, with only a white scrunchie and a white plastic barette with only plain silver studs in my ears. My contacts are out and. Stacy didn't walk around horny all day every day. Hell, days could go by without sex crossing her mind. She wasn't a crazy woman. But when she got in the mood, sex became her entire world. She had always been a very focused person; someone who stuck with something until it was done. She wasn't easily distracted. So, when her mind wasn't on sex, it might as well not exist.But when she was aroused, nothing else mattered.Helen reacted to Stacy's words with an uncontrolled moan. Her mind was.