Is that a part of Maggie's game? Would I do it? I havesacred childhood memories that have been rising within me: of wishing Iwas a girl, wondering why...I was trapped in a boy's body. I wascircumcised when I was little, and because I was going to be operated onmy private parts, I was convinced that everything was going to be fixed,that my parents were going to put things right. I was finally going to bea real girl. Of course, that didn't happen, and I was heartbroken, cryingfor months until I. Lucky fucker.Anyway, I figured my ex would keep after me, so I did my best to erase all my tracks. That's why I used an alias to work under. And that was probably why I headed and ended up in the Golden West. She knew I hated — detested! — California, the "land of fruits and nuts." And high taxes and the new liberal left. But here I was, and it felt like home.In a very short time after I arrived, I had a new apartment with an ocean view, well, kind of, a fairly well paying job that didn't. On the journey Carole asked me if I minded if she saw Scott while we were there as we would be so close to his home, I had no objections, after all it was the Christmas season, so we started thinking of ideas on how she could get away from her mom’s and spend some naked time with her lover. I had the idea of Carole spending one afternoon doing some Christmas shopping, at least this would get her four or five hours with Scott, she thought this was a great plan; now all we needed to do was to get. With one exception.She had a secret kink, a kink for exhibitionism. Despite her incredible, near overwhelming shyness, the idea of being stuck or even willingly naked in a place where she risks getting caught and seen was the best feeling she knew. It was a kink she couldn't often fulfil as she often wussed out thanks to simply getting all flustered, and while she had only ever done anything relating to it a couple of times, she hadn't gotten caught. If she had, she wouldn't know what to do.The.