"Again, Mr. Wilson, not plausible." It's true," I said. "I like to wear women's lingerie. I'm a cross-dresser." Then what," he asked as he held up one...of the sex toys, "is this for?" Itwas my Doc Johnson medium Pleasure Plug. It was about 4 inches long andhad a realistic look and feel. At its widest point just below the pinkcircumcised head it was about 1 1/4 inches wide."It's a butt plug," I said matter-of-factly. He said something in Arabicto the one who had brought my things to the desk, who. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the moment, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove guys wild with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally live out one of those. Lust, combined with that Jane Austen allusion, was such a heady mix that Charlotte Lucas was drained of rational thought; her quim took over and D'Artagnan reached for the strappy she kept in her top draw; kept there just on the off chance she might need it one day.Having stirred the possum, Elizabeth was gobsmacked. The girth of the thick strap-on which jutted lewdly from her English teacher’s quim was eyewatering. “Even more impressive than Charles,” she finally whimpered, her quim oozing. I went to my bedroom and started to pick out my outfit for school. I admired myself in the mirror as I held up a short sleeved sun dress up to my body. I then put it on after throwing on a bra and some panties. It hugged my form nicely though it somewhat puffed around my waist but I didn't mind that in the least. I then picked up my brush and started to run it through my long brown hair. It was mostly straight but as it got to my waist my hair began to naturally curl though everyone.