Pata nahi kya karti rahi….mera to himmat us window par jane ka bhi nahi ho raha tha….40 min ke bad mom knock my door… I was afraid again….. an...it open the door….i open the door…she was little angry….She asked directly what u were there and how dare u do that..i was speechless…she shouted .. tell me….i hardly manage to say sorry….i will complaint to ur dady…I was abt to cry…. I again said sorry..mom disgusting bol kar again apne bedroom me chali gayi…..now I reach to that windw.. she was. ”“I’ll take my skirt off for you now. There it’s loose now so I’ll lower it down just a little bit. You can see some of my pretty panties. They match my bra. There, my skirt fell to the floor and I’m standing here in just my panties. My brother would love to see me like this. He is always trying to catch me partially dressed. He doesn’t know it but I think about him whenever I masturbate. Just let me get these panties off and I’ll get on the bed for you.”“I like my head on a pillow, my feet. "You'll be such a cute baby!" she said.Fortunately, she didn't make me wear a diaper or the plastic pantiesthat night. Instead, I slept in an adult-sized pink Hello Kittyonesie.~ ~ ~Week 1: Baby GirlMs. Buxcombe knocked on my door at six the next morning, on the firstday of my Six Year Plan, an hour earlier than I usually got up. Sheentered without waiting for a response. An attractive young woman withblonde hair up in a bun, wearing a sleeveless knee-length black dressand pearls, followed her. I grew up as a small Kurdish boy in a nomadic family. Sometimes the older boys and men would take advantage of me, and sometimes my mother dressed me as a girl to protect me when our village was raided. Just so you know, I really am not a queer cum eating faggot. I never dreamt of getting into this lifestyle.My present situation started after I got my first job in America as an adult. I worked as a clerk in the office, but sometimes worked in the warehouse. I had become friends with Ben, a.