I put a lot of talcum powder on and squirmed my way into my wee vee,when they were in place you could not tell the difference, I had themand the breas... forms made to exactly match my skin colour. When I lookedin the mirror I saw a nineteen year old girl with a slightly boyish haircut!Next was what to wear, I went to my wardrobe and looked, I opted for ablack leather mini skirt teamed up with a silver halter neck topexposing my shoulders. I would of course be bra less. I picked a blacksatin. She let out one of those low grunt, pleasure pain noises as she adjusted to the size and in particular width of this thing.I took a step back and just stared enjoying the view for a few seconds and then went back to work on her arse. The base of the vibrator was right underneath my balls buzzing away, which only added to the pleasure, and I knew that the game was almost up for me. I pulled out of her and watched in pleasure as her gaping arsehole quickly sprung back to normal size, I repeated. They asked me to come out and keep a watch while they used their new knives to cut some saplings for drying racks. Hell, did I have a deal for them? I picked up my chainsaw and told them time was a wastin'.Now, I know you're asking yourself - "Just what in the hell did a software guy need with a fucking chainsaw?" The gadget gene, remember.At one time I had decided that I needed to return to the camp-out days of my youth, since I remembered how much fun I'd had back then. Of course I was. . just so I can hear it again. I was thinking about you... about us. In fact, I really can't stop thinking about it. Missing you... already. Hoped you'd be there. Oh well. Kiss kiss. I... oh, you know. Bye. You can't call me. I'll call back."She had not called back yet. Laura had listened to the message three times after the first time, when Jane had been there. Each time she seemed to detect a more emotional intimacy in Dawn's words, a resonance in her voice, full of warmth and muted sexual.