No harm, right? Well, then it progressed. Even if the drier was still running, I would open it up and look inside, particularly if I knew the owner of...the clothes was a cute girl. Finally, I did it: I removed and stole a woman’s panties. Back in my dorm room, I would look at them, play with them, and even wear them and masturbate even more. I loved the feel of the nylon lace, and I kind of liked feeling feminine. It was a scary sensation. I wasn’t interested in men, so I wasn’t “gay”, but I. If she were alone with a boy she might wear this outfit for kicks. The outfit or costume was leather tear away chaps, latex thongs, latex high heels, short flannel shirt, mask, and cowboy hat. Steph took off what she was wearing and rubbed some of the lotion on her body mainly focusing on her legs, stomach, ass, and breasts. She also decided to put a little along the outside of her pussy seeing how she is shaved might make the thong go on more smoothly and not rub roughly even though it might. ”“You seem more relaxed, Rosie. That’s a good thing.”“Well, talking literature, or horses is relaxing for me, and I guess I feel comfortable with you,” she laughed. “Do you have anything to drink?”“Coke, Dr Pepper, 7-Up, and Root Beer,” I said.She laughed again, “Uhm, I meant like a drink! You know, like vodka or something.”I nodded, “Vodka, bourbon, sloe gin, red and white wine, and regular gin.”“Bourbon and Coke, please.”I poured a shot of bourbon into a lowball glass, added a couple of ice. Then it came. A simple email in her inbox, spam. It said: ?had enough? Pretty girl? Want to change your life around? APPLY? apply was a link.. The website, hosted on some obscure place, had pages and pages of explenation, and a form To apply. The form had questions like:? are you willing to give up all human rights?, ?do you have anything to go for? and was a staggering 140 pages long. It took Lilly a week to fill it all out, every night she answered some more questions, she fotographed herself.