.maybethe cute little sissy ass up , examining each picturesit took him a while , and anther session i posted online to be sure''i did some work in th...s house i know it''strolling past job he did for customer until he got it right and square, each pictures matching''god i knew it''he found itthe apartment complex not a house, where he installed water tanks for a while He sent a message and wait to see if he got an answeraround 10pm he got one-------I was out of the shower , smooth and kept. With a sharp rap at the door in the dusk of an October evening Gina entered my life. I was tired after a hard day at work and had been napping on the sofa, and I fumbled my way up the hall calling out “I’m coming,” as there was another impatient knock at the door. I opened it and squinted out into the gloom. Jeez! Wake up time! A gorgeous brunette stood on my doorstep flicking back her mane of long dark hair over her slim shoulders and fixing me in a quizzical stare from her sultry dark. ”“I know what!” said Stacy. “I dare you to answer the door like that,” waiving at her friend’s current outfit.“No way, my shirt barely covers my ass!” exclaimed Cindy.“Pull it down, like this!” Stacy grabbed her friend’s shirt and pulled it down, stretching it past her ass. Cindy’s tits strained against the material. She was now showing a bit of cleavage as well. “There, it is fine now! I DARE you, I DOUBLE DARE you!” Stacy said, egging on her friend. She knew Cindy couldn’t refuse a double. "Is it really that bad?" Bad? Martha, you haven't got the faintest idea how bad it is."John replied sharply. Here I am, and old man inside, having todress like a kid, a little girl at that, and I have no way out." Then why don't you just try to make the best of it. Enjoybeing young again. Being a girl will come of it's own. Ido understand how you feel. It is a lot different for mealso. It is not the same being a little girl as I remember it to be. I am also still expected to act likea child.