She told me she had figured out that I was a sissy by the way I always read her fashion magazines. When she had discovered her panties missing, it con...irmed her suspicion. She had decided to give me a treat, she was going to treat me like the bitch that I was. I had to admit that she was right. drunk as I was, I didn't have I in me to protest. She was right, I did always wish I was a woman. I desperately wanted to be, I mean it would be so much fun to flirt and tease. I'm not very big, I'm only. The next day Janis started working our student. Betty chopped wood and weeded the garden. Janis made Betty dig into the side of the hill where the root cellar was going to go.Linda, Grace and I drove the pickup to the Mount Shasta and Shasta Lake area looking for hungry hippie chicks. All of them we saw that day had an old man. Linda said, “We might have to go into San Fran and meet the Gray Dog for a while to find a fresh off the farm chickee babe who doesn’t know the whole hippie thing is. I felt his long tongue push into my mouth at the same time I felt him rip the rest of my shirt off my body. It was too hot to wear a bra, so I was exposed to the waist, my soft porcelain skin luminous against his inky dark flesh. I struggled again, but as I moved, I felt myself rubbing against his crotch. Through the thin cloth I felt a growing hardness pushing against my belly. Every time I moved it only aroused him more. He lifted his head and I could see the desire in his eyes. Frightened,. Salivating, I’m looking at the puddles of dried spunk splattered on the floors. All three toilets are empty. All I have to do is wait and hope.I occupy the middle booth and shut the door behind me. Playing with my knob I hear footsteps. Now there’s a person standing in front of the toilet bowl to my left. I lower my head to take a look and BINGO! He’s a stocky and rough looking middle-aged man. He is unzipping his trousers. He’s fat uncut dick is flopping out. As he flaps his cock about I am.