Not like any denim I’d worn. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and higher up my legs, feeling the cloth molding to my skin. I wiggled my hips as I...pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much better than the boring skirt draping over my rear. I smiled and threw open the door to the changing room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.“Come on girl, show me that booty. Let me see how good it. John smiled, wondering if he had really worn those clothes last night?He giggled quietly as he realised that he must have looked like a realtart - maybe that's why he chose to swap with her? The thought of beingdressed like that in public was starting to make his pussy damp.John surveyed the room with mild curiosity, wondering exactly who waslying in his sleeping body that was sprawled across the bed. What sortof fat girl wore things like that? He started to wonder where he'd mether. How many. She accepted immediately and gave him a big hug. She was a big woman and he was nearly smothered in her ample pillow-like bosom which was barely covered by the peasant blouse. His immediate erection was noticed by Yulya and she grinned at her sister.Per the plan, Olga ate with Mark, rebuffing her husband’s attempts at attention. After they ate, she suggested that she would like a walk under the stars. Mark obeyed this authoritarian figure, not having a clue what was up. They walked and talked. "I'm so sorry, Janice, I didn't mean it. I wastrying to be a regular guy so Greg would think... Oh, I don't know,I've tried to be a regular guy for so long that I don't think I canever be a woman like you. I might as well kill myself."Janice saw that everyone was staring at him in astonishment. Terry wascompletely humiliated and dejected and crying like a baby. Somehow,this made her feel exulted and powerful. Why? She wondered. Then itcame into her mind: For a moment, she had seen Terry as.