Dark, mysterious figures along the forest line were finally beginning to reveal their harmless details; growling miniature beasts transformed into har...less, dead stumps as sunlight shined upon them. John was sitting in his stand; a simple, ground level box stand with large openings on three sides for windows. For the past forty-five minutes, since he had taken the stand, his mind had been on one thing. Karen. He had been consuming and thinking about the lady, the fellow hunter, whom he had been. "I don't get it?" Mark asked."Honey, those men said that it's a little girl's birthday party but not, because it's a costume party and only for boys. All of the boys in the neighborhood as a matter of fact and you'll all be going dressed as girls. Little girls!" Carol said."What are you saying?" Mark asked suddenly very confused."Honey, have you been teasing this man Don Venuto's son?" Carol asked."Me? No! Honestly mom, I know better! I guess some of the boys do, but not to his face since that. Stacy finally said to everyone, "Choose your favorite. Let's change."This included me. First the three of them searched over the top of my body for a good pair to wear (no doubt making sure not to pick a pair of their own), and then Stacy and Cindy lent me their hands, and pulled me up, the panties sloughing off my body. It was my turn. I found a perfect pair of worn purple panties, ones that had obviously been bought a while ago, and very meekly stepped out of my own panties, and into the new. I figured I would ask after we finished setting up and had dinner so I knew what to plan. I had to admit, it had been a lot of fun having them with me this part of the trip and really would not mind if they stayed for the whole trip. The girls as usual were running around in bikini tops and shorts, getting dinner ready. They decided burgers and potato salad for dinner would be fine, and also easy to fix. We had found a nice spot in one of the more remote campgrounds, and so far we were the only.