I lubed up a medium buttplug and slid it in to my hairless boy pussy and pulled up a pair of sheer, suntan pantyhose to keep it in. One of the men th...t I “babysat” for had a daughter that had been a cheerleader when she was in high school. She had graduated and moved away, but her cheerleader outfit was still in the closet. He let me try it on and when it fit like a glove, he gave it to me. That's what I put on. I took a curling iron to my hair, trying my best to look like my hero, Farrah. .. see, I’d kind of like to take a weekend,” he said, staring down at the apron. “Like ... maybe this one. And I can’t unless you—”“—take the shows?” she finished for him.“Right. So, well, would you?”“This wouldn’t have anything to do with little miss Barbie, would it?” she asked in a slightly brittle tone. Over the last couple of weeks a girl had been a frequent visitor, sometimes at the shows but more often during their sparsely attended training sessions. She always showed up with carefully. I always said I was skinny, but when I was 15, Ionce heard my older sister, Melanie tell her friend that I looked "elfin."Okay, they had both just read the Lord of the Rings for the 20th time orsomething, but it made me look in the mirror to see what they meant. I wasstanding there in the bathroom, wearing nothing but my underpants, andstaring at my reflection. While I thought I might be able to sorta see whatshe had meant, I decided that I didn't care.As I turned around to leave the bathroom. Somehow she didn’t expect him to sound like that. Well, she did expect him to sound sexy like that, she admits to herself, just not that deep. ‘Um, you didn’t… You just… remind me of someone,’ she says. ‘Someone I’ve read about,’ she adds, not exactly sure why she had to share this with the man she never even met before. But he seems pleased and she blushes some more. ‘Anyone… good, I hope?’ he smiles down at her and she has to smile back, although her insides are melting under his gaze. She.