About once a month I go shopping. I have a wardrobe specifically for this purpose that I keep at the pool house. It consists of short skirts and gauzy... flimsy, blouses. I go without a bra. I like to see the reactions from the young sales people at the mall and shops. I love to bend over on the escalator and hear the gasps from the young guys that always follow me. They can see my tight ass. I always wear designer thong panties just to tease them. I also love the looks as the men see my titties. The way she put it, this was our secret, and I was never to tell anybodythat I was a boy. Now, my mother was not wealthy, but did have a nicemonthly income after her parents were killed in an automobile accidentwhen I was six months old. She was generous to a fault, and bought memost anything I wanted or needed, that is, as long as I would allow herto dress me as a girl! Then, it was time for me to start High school. Shemoved to a different town, and enrolled me in this new high school as. I stood up and invited the ladies to partake in a cup of tea, or coffee. "I am used to being Barbara's naked waiter," I explained.I went about my duties while the ladies chatted, staying clear of mentioning my nakedness. On my return with my own cup, the discussion turned to public nudity as a general issue, before settling down to my specific example. Barbara was well used to my penchant for showing off my naked body. She sometimes worried that I might offend someone, or get in trouble with. There were cops from almost every state and dignitaries from our state's capital.Mom was an attorney so money wasn't a problem. Dad had a lot of insurance and there was a fund from the department to help out. After Dad was gone, I started to act up.At first it wasn't anything serious, but my grades began to slip and by the time I was fourteen, I was barely passing. Part of it was my anger. I was mad at the world and most people in it. I started hanging with a tough group of guys and then the.