We decided to drive across country to California from our home in Indiana. We packed up and headed west in an old 1965 Dodge pick up and a 1965 Ford v...n. My three sisters, mom and dad and me. Somewhere in the southwest; I think Arizona; we stopped to camp a few days before continuing west. I was deep into crossdressing at that point and welcomed the chance to sneak out and walk around in my panties and bra. I had a ragged “T” shirt and a pair of too short shorts on over my girl underwear. It. While she hadn’t minded it, the first time Richard had done it, that’s not where the itch was. As he ran his hands down the sides of her legs, his fingers encountered the scars.“Damn girl, that must have hurt,” he said, looking at the side of her leg and gently running a fingertip along the longest of the burn scars on her thigh. Prue tensed up. Richard had been appalled the first time he saw them and never touched her left leg.Reggie ran his hand down over the scars on her thigh and bent down. Come we must go now."As we left the wagon and headed back toward the caravan center I looked at them and asked if they knew what was going on. They both said no, we would just have to wait and see. As we got to the center of the camp a horn similar to the one used to warn of sandstorms was blown and people started to quickly gather round to see what was happening. Then Ahmed started talking, almost as if he was following a script. As he spoke the crowd gasped and silence followed. The only. Straight across the back then from the sides, up in a semi-circle to the mark where the top of her slit was. Then she roughed up the skirt as much as she could so that it didn’t look freshly cut. After that she’d pulled off a few, long dangling threads then put the skirt back on and checked herself in the mirror looking at the back first.She was happy that just standing there none of her butt was showing, then she bent over.“Yes.” She said when she saw that she could see her wet slit and half.