It was even shorter than he imagined and showed off a lot more leg. Grant then headed to the old padded chair and the dresser with the faded mirror an... took a moment to admire himself.His legs covered in the mesh cloth of the nylons looked as good as any of the girls at school. He ran his hands down his front brushing the phony breasts hidden under the silky blouse, they looked and felt as real as any he had touched. Grant then did a pirouette causing his short skirt to flair up and reveal more. ’ I add. I can understand Monica’s confusion about what happened on a drunken night. ‘Well, you would think that’s what it was. I did, too. But let me tell you… Ms. Tasha did show up and if I say so myself, and you know I’m not like that but, she looked hot. Everything was short and tight so you know Ms. Thing went home to change into that.’ ‘Really? Short and tight?’ I asked. ‘Yes ma’am. When she sat down at the table everything was quiet for a moment. Mr. Vince found his way back over, I. I was unaware as to whether she was still a virgin or sexually active, in some ways I wanted to know, she seemed cool about going there with me, perhaps my lax attitude in her dealings with boyfriends and overnight stays with girlfriends, gave me an advantage over other mothers, my only stipulation was a steady supply of condoms, which I stocked up in her knicker drawer, so perhaps my curiosity as to whether she was or was not, was a mute point, either way she told me the dwindling supply was. "Naked, on the streets?" It's part of the program, dear," my mother explained patiently.Daddy frumped. "Oh, well. Is your homework done?" Yes, daddy." Uhm, well, uhm - be careful," he urged."Yes, daddy," I agreed soothingly."And don't be late!" he ordered, trying to be stern."No, daddy. Nine o'clock." Nine o'clock," he agreed.I turned to go, and hesitated with my hand on the knob, summoning my courage. My heart racing, I opened the front door and stepped out into the evening air, naked.It was a.