Knowing the mission I had coming up in St. Petersburg I unpacked andrepacked with the clothing I'd use for the next week. I also added ropesand weapon... I'd need for breaking into the Kresty.Part 18The next morning I took my large suitcase to a private courier thatwould deliver it to the hotel the CIA had booked in St. Petersburg. Itwould be there upon my arrival tomorrow. This allowed me freedom fromthe burden of traveling with a heavy suitcase.I walked through the Red Square on my way to the. About the only sexual experience I had was whenever I touched myself at night as I laid alone in bed, and that was pretty much it. I had overheard some boys at school talking about "playing with themselves" but I didn't know exactly what they meant until seeing my own father "playing" with himself.I knew I should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like this, but I just stood there mesmerized by the sight of Daddy with his penis in hand furiously stroking. Not many, but enough to makeit plain that I had simply run out of choices. By the time we got home Iwas frantically trying to find a way out of my impending feminization,except that by then mom was very firm about what I had to do, and oncewe were in my room, it began."You'll have to undress honey." Mom...." Please, lets not make this any harder than it already is, okay? Let'sjust see how the clothes fit."When I was naked, mom gave me a pair of panties to put on, telling methey were necessary,. I nodded and entered the dressing room.Hanging on the wall was a short red dress. It intimidated me. I'd worndresses before, but this thing looked like it was going to be short, andexpose more of my chest than I wanted to.With a little trepidation I removed my clothes and slipped the dressover my head. It was short, shorter than anything I had ever wornbefore. But the skirt wasn't mini by any means. The hem rested a coupleof inches above my knee.There was a mirror in the dressing room, and when.