" That's OK. I understand."The idea of stick-on clothes was a new one for me. But it was a perfect way to get around the problem of simulating straps ...hat never looked right because they had to lie flat against my skin."I hate strings and stuff," I confided. "Always coming untied, you know? This might just be the thing for me. Do you have anything else like this?"Well... ," she said, furrowing her brow and thinking hard. She looked like I had asked her to derive a square-root in her head. "We. After 20 minutes of curvy street roads I was home. To my own place. He never wanted to move in together. That was another argument. But in the end it was a good decision and less of a hassle. I opened the door to a neatly ordered home. Wood floors, light colored walls and windows opened to let the breeze in. I liked it light and open. Visitors could see the woods through my back windows in the living room. The open kitchen was to right of it, along with a side bedroom and bathroom. In the back. During my morning shower, I found that I was more aware of myself as a girl. I mean, I had been a girl for almost a month, but I had never fully thought about these girl parts actually belonging to me. It was more like something I was just borrowing the last few weeks. As I washed up, I thought to myself about each part. These were my breasts and my nipples, and it was my clit and my pussy. The rest of the day was uneventful, and I was my usual anti-social self over the weekend. Week 4. Rude. She reached for the hose and playfully shot water out in a steady stream against his window, which hindered his vision for several seconds. When he could see her once more, she lifted her shirt and pressed her bare breasts against his window. Then she pulled her shirt down, backed away, and showed off her soapy belly and perky tits as they strained against the wet fabric. Misty then gave the Jeep, and herself, a final rinse. She motioned for him to remain in her Jeep as she wound the hose up,.