"This is going to be hard so please just listen until I've finished what I've got to say and then I'll answer any questions you have, okay?"I sat and ...aited for Kirsty to respond in some way, it took a few moments but she finally nodded.I took a deep breath and began my tale. I started with the three of us being caught by Liz and took it from there. Explaining what had been said after the girls had left the room and how it had culminated in the dare I'd proposed.I glanced up to see how Kirsty. “These magazines are full of surveys. I will use them to show how statistics can be misused and misrepresented. Most actually give their sources and sample size, except the advertisements e.g. this one. ‘Nine out of ten women would recommend our product’. If you look at the small print the sample was self-selected from those satisfied with the product, and only 49 individuals.”We spent an hour with those magazines. I hadn’t appreciated just how easy it is to tailor presentation of statistics to. And Tammy got to feel like a submissive sissy knowingthat the key to her clit, that is what she referred to her penis as,was with someone else. Tammy had met Rachel at one of the munches inthe city and they had really hit off. Though they were not romanticallyinvolved, Tammy had become quite good friends with Rachel and feltcomfortable enough sharing their desires in being a sissy and kept inchastity.Over several meetings, Rachel and Tammy had ironed out a sort ofagreement. Tammy would lock. And there was no denying the fact that she craved the bodily attention after four days of scavenging through the empty streets, as much as she needed to see another human being who wasn’t out to shoot her the moment they met.She packed up her gear, stashed the binoculars into the top compartment of her backpack and slowly made her way down to the street. Sticking to a wall as she had been taught she surveyed her surroundings as she made her way forward, even though it was unlikely she would see.