Yeah I planned it that way. We were way out in hell-and-begone and the chances of anyone driving by were remote, not that I really cared all that much...if someone did. The thought kind of excited me actually.Mark's face registered surprise, then as I walked across the road barefoot and buck-naked he just sat back and unzipped his Levi's, he knew what I was going to do and he wanted it.So much for that bitch Sharon, I thought to myself with satisfaction.I opened the driver-side door and climbed. I feel sick to my stomach, and I want to kill the asshole. I recognize the address. I tell her, “That is not a place you want to live. That is the brothel run by the cops. Most girls would have a bad time there. You may not survive.”She shakes her head in understanding, and her eyes start to water. You can see the hope leave her.I try to comfort her, “How many times do I have to tell you to have faith, girl?”She wipes the tears from her eyes, “Sorry. What can you do from here?”“First off, you. Thorny sprigs snatched away my garlands tillI was crawling around nude, boobs swinging down as my big round buttswayed behind me, totally disoriented, naked and feminized in the woods!And that's how Carla found me."Ha-haw hee-hee-heeee!" I heard her delighted laughter as I emerged intoa clearing at last. "Well if it isn't my old boss, crawling aroundnaked, just a shameless cow-slut!"I curled up into a blushing pink ball, too embarrassed to speak."When I think of how you used to order me around,. He felt of himself all over and eventuallylifted his dress to masturbate into the sink.He carefully removed the clothes and put them back where they belonged.More images flashed by as Daniel grew older and more adept at gettingdressed in women's clothes. He was in all sorts of bras and panties,pantyhose of different styles and colors. Dresses of varying lengthsadorned his lean body. Sometimes they were the clothes of his mother.Other times he raided the drawers and closets of other women who.