Main bolta raha.‘Tabhi shayad aapne mummy papa se meri shikayat ki. Didi muje maaf kardo meri harkat ke liye’Wo thodi hairaan si hui. Usse mera ma...fi mangna expected nahi tha. Wo firse bartan dhone lagi, bina kuch kahe.‘Ab itna toh bol do ki maaf kia ya nahi?’‘Bhaiyya main kya bolun. Mere liye toh kuan aur khaayi hai. Aap mard ho, amir ho, apko kuch nahi hoga. Main toh kabhi sar bhi ni utha sakungi. Mere saath aisi gandi baat karoge toh main kaam nahi kar paungi. Par aap galti maan rahe ho toh. "You want to wear a skirt out girl? Tell me then."I swallowed, I had to say it or he might make me go out dressed likethis. "I, I want to wear a a skirt out daddy." My voice not more than awhisper."Well, we'd better see what we can find hadn't we girl." He reached intohis dreaded rucksack as he spoke. He pulled out something black andflimsy, its shape confusing. He handed it to me and I nervously took itfrom him, looking at it."Well put it on then girl."There was no zip, it just seemed to be. She stands 5’ 3”, slim. Ample, not huge tits but big enough to enjoy in every way. Her legs seemed a little long for her frame but where they came together they made an incredible ass out of themselves. It was not too wide or too fat. It was for me, a true ass man, and a masterpiece of nature. After four years in the Air Force and one year trying to sell stereo I decided to go to school. I lived in Albuquerque, NM at the time in a really bad apartment. I was getting a monthly grant and GI bill. But it wasMadame's innovation that really caught the attention. As with theirearlier costumes the skirts were divided at the front and were splayedopen to hide nothing and reveal all. The three damsels skimmeddelicately around the floor until a trio of 'boys' eventually joinedthem. The boys were clothed in simpler style. White starched shirtfronts with collars and bow-ties, and long-tailed black coats. Nothingelse. Nothing below the waist but the pink ribbon on their willies andkidskin slippers.