His name was Mr. Smith, he had deep brown eyes, kinda scruffy dark brown hair, 6ft and he looked very good for his age. Maisie could be a little rebel...ious with her uniform and always got told off for it. She wore a short tight black skirt just above her mid thigh, a low cut blouse which was usually see through, showing her full firm breasts pushed up by a black laced bra. She also wore a tie loosely around her neck. She was in her Maths class and her teacher had asked her to stay behind when. “What on earth do you mean?” Polly asked.“You know what I mean. You like it that the guys find you attractive. You don’t know where this might lead to, we still have the best part of six weeks to go,” Michele said.“Oh come on Michele; it’s just a jolly! We look great dressed as Wrens thanks to your help but it’s just another way for the Leading Recruits to intimidate us. At least now they seem to appreciate us and don’t treat us like shit!” Polly replied.“Yeah ... Well just be careful,” Michele. She shuddered slightly and groaned as he began probing her clit again with his fingers, then stuck them deep inside her, finger fucking her, slowly at first, then more frantically. He started fumbling with the zip on the back of her dress, but it seemed to get stuck.“Just fucking rip it off,” Caroline said, so he pulled it apart from the bottom, ripping it all the way up the seam, furiously tearing it off and throwing it aside. She was now totally naked, bending over on all fours in front of. I subscribed to various newsgroups. In 1986, the internet was just forming. In 1993, I explored a different part of the internet. What I found was something the challenge and brought up feelings about how I wanted to be perceived.* * * Last night, I would like to share a dream I had? By day and in public, I am male. In cyberspace, my feminine side can come out. In my dream, one question was "What type of picture would I give for others to remember me? Well, the picture I saw was that of.