I've cried a million tears in the over half-century since for that shame.---------But, back to Girl's mini-skirts:"Cully, if you were a girl like Girl...no way would dad and I let you out of this house dressed like that, honey. I'm shocked her parents permit it."It was all for show. She guarded that thing like Ft. Knox."No, Cully no." As "Crimson and Clover" played on her record player over-and-over down in her parent's basement."Well, can you at least touch mine?"---------"Please, for me. Cully,. I spent about nine months in Syria.’ ‘What were you doing there?’ Samantha asked. Yes, she honestly asked me that, as I’m sitting across from her in my dress blues and was introduced as Staff Sergeant. My first instinct was to be a complete smartass, but being that her dad was not happy I didn’t have a trust fund I let it go. At least I know who the financial wizard is in the household. ‘I was serving my third tour.’ ‘Three tours is impressive. What made you keep going back?’ Jeffery said as. 'I'm told you're a direct descendant of one Matthew Hopkins, the 'Witchfinder General', is this true?' Arne's anus tingled with a fear that gave him a perverse carnal pleasure, her tone was most severe, and his answer - though she already knew it - was likely to increase her scorn; he squirmed against the cuffs which held him firm, in readiness for the cutting strokes he would receive.'Yes ... yes ... Mistress Martin ... it's true.' Carol's cunt bulged wet with arousal in the black silken. I would suspect that many transgendered folks (generally mtf) may have started out thinking they just love the fit, feel, and look of a panty on their body. Or that they migrated to panties because they knew exactly what form their body should have been. At some point the transgendered folks would drop the term panty boy for a panty girl if their remained strongly attached to that as their favorite garment. (I could be way off base here so don’t scold me if my opinion is politically.