"Well what I would like to do, is go mad and get you as convincing as Ican." Wendy grinned, "Because I bet if you'll let me I could have youpassing as...a real girl no problem?"I blushed and said nodding, "Er okay?" You will?" She grinned asking if I had ever dressed up in womenclothing before.I told her all about going to the fancy dress party in drag, but I wastoo embarrassed to admit that as a thirteen year old I had adoredwearing the clothes of the daughter of a family I was fostered with.The. With that, she instructed me to gently remove her panties, or should I say G-string. Upon this instruction, I knelt at her feet and reached for the waistband of her panties, only to discover they were over her garter belt. You see a proper woman always wears her panties over her garter belt when anticipating intimacy. Mistress truly is a woman. As I removed Mistresses panties, I again focused my eyes downward to insure her safety. Once her panties cleared her hips they headed to the floor of. She did not know Rachel.The party changed her life. she recounts ?that night? for her Owner, HH.her words, real and to be savored, in a letter to HH.Dear HH, i will willingly relive ?that night? for you again. i apologize in advance for anything i may forget to include.i met Rachel in the shopping center lot and rode with her to the party. i was wearing a blue dress with white flowers and stack shoes. The dress was about knee length and conservative for me. i was going for the innocent. Out here in the sticks, it felt like she was a million miles away from the bright lights of London. No clubs or bars in which to meet boys. The only men around here were the teachers and most of them looked like they already had one foot in the grave. The only one she fancied was the boyishly good-looking Mr Lean, with his broad shoulders and smouldering eyes. He probably wasn’t much older than her. If only she could find a way to get him alone. Given a chance, she could teach him a thing or.