"That seemed to decide it and although my Dad looked sullen, my Mum andsister seemed happy that they'd decided what should happen. I don't knowwhy but...my opinion wasn't asked for despite me trying to argue againstit. I was just disappointed in them and in myself so walked out of theroom.When I got to my room my Mum had left a shopping bag on my bed and Iopened it up to see she'd bought three pairs of high waist pantiegirdles and some sheer pantyhose again with tummy control built in.There was. God! It was at full-length, a huge funnel-shaped thing dangling from between his hind legs, the coconut-sized balls up tight against his groin!Barbara swallowed down a lump of excitement, feeling her chest tighten while her mouth went dry. The air she sucked in burned the insides of her nostrils. Fucking a horse! Yes, she was going to be fucking a horse! The thought of it made her heart spin, made her heart skip several beats as she kept her fingers on the animal's big ass."Come on."She felt. “Don’t come home too soon. I hope the French girls are beautiful.”That was another question he decided he’d need to broach later. Instead, Kirk said, “They certainly are. Goodbye, love you.”He hung up, Frieda was muttering her “Love ya, too.” but in such a way that she was going to rant again. Sometimes, you had to say goodbye and just go. “Desole.”“Ce n’est rien. Ta fille?”“Oui,” Kirk grinned.“Elles valent la peine.” Monsieur la Carre nodded. “You have met my Natasha.”“I have.” Kirk nodded.. Her skin looked.... looked.....plastic under the hose. Oh my god I knew what they had done! Laura had just been turned into a panty hose form! I could do nothing more than stare at the plastic legs that was once the woman I had wanted to marry.Mrs. Freedale was not done yet however. She told me that now my girlfriend was indeed a panty hose form, and she would show her sexy body from the waist down forever. She was now nothing more than a model for display. It was then that she unveiled her.