I stepped directly under the sprayers and soaked myself in the cool water. My thin t-shirt clung tightly to my body, not realizing it was immediately ...ransparent, hiding nothing from view. I had not bothered with a bra this morning as I dressed in the t-shirt and short shorts that barely covered my asscheeks in an attempt to stay comfortable. As I turned to the group explaining that the horses required cool in the heat, I saw all their eyes, mothers and daughters, were unabashedly looking at my. I sat on the bus with them and joined in as we playedwith each other. Oh and just so you know, I began wearing my tights andpanties all the time. I even had a pair of dance shorts in yellow, pink,red and black. I wore them everyday in public. With time I had learned tobecome so so graceful in my movements. Some may call it effeminate, butwe call it graceful. I was so happy as a sissy. I had become what I was.And then it happened. The three jerks boarded the bus that day. Buttoday, they decided. Kyle was then informed of what he needed to do in order to make amends.In a nutshell since he liked to force young women into prostitution,that he was going to have to live that same experience.... so he had acouple options: 1. He could either become an gay prostitute or he couldbecome a transsexual prostitute (whatever happened in the future - hewas going to get fucked). 2. He could either submit to his fatewillingly (getting to make his own decisions), or he could fight andattempt to. "Nobody you know." Don't be so sure." Ms. Olympia," Laura said, casually, feeling nasty, wanting to rub it in, never thinking Rhonda would know who she was talking about."You're kidding," Rhonda said, obviously floored. "You don't mean it. Not that gorgeous Brandi Pearson with all those muscles."Now it was Laura's turn to be floored. "You know who she is?" Laura, I have several videos I made myself off ESPN of those contests. I know them all. Yolanda Hughes. Laura Creavelle. Especially Brandi..