My mother took the telegram and gave it to my sister. "Mum, it's for you, not me". "Really! Well, who could be sending me a telegram, then?" Well open...it, and then you'll find out". Poor Mum, she did the same thing with letters, always holding them and wondering for at least five minutes, before actually opening them.My mother tore open the flap and read the message out loud "Sheila and Wendy ill with chicken pox can't make it". Good, I thought, we won't have them snivelling here. They were my. ..''putting it on''good little sissy oh this is cute''i love to start by pulling em on the back seat , laying on my lap ass up facing the door little boy all struggle their hands tied ass up at the mercy of a real mani love tying up little sissyits so cute to see the distress the fear in their faceass up in panty on a real guy lap no where to run''please sir my mom wait wait ohhhhh ahhhhhh''shhhhhh here yes thats better moan sissy dont talk , moan your pussy played with''''you are going nowhere. I would go and watch there football team from the side lines, I would keep quiet as the wives and girlfriend of the players were there.I would dress (under my man clothes) in satin panties and white hold up stockings . As the match came to an end, I would return home and dress as a sissy schoolgirl.When the match was over, they would make an excuse to their wives and meet up with me.Dressed from head to toe in Satin, silky stockings and by sissy bum lubed up, I would await there knock at my. "Do you want to stand as president of the MCR?" Simon asked one evening as they lay together in Sally's bed."MCR?" asked Sally, who for a moment wondered whether Simon was talking about a biotech company. "Oh, the Middle Common Room. I'm not sure. It could be a lot of work." It isn't at all," said Simon. "I've been doing it for the past year and I think you'd be ideal to take over the role. It'd look perfect on your CV. Employers care about that kind of shit. It shows maturity and leadership.