And it seemed so strange and so exciting to be holding hands with a girl. We crossed over the fields, treading our way through the cow parsley and tal... grass. At the village we went into the General Store to buy ices, because it was so hot now. Inside, I saw my friends from school and I felt proud to be with this girl who shone and sparkled and bubbled with life. We spent the whole day exploring the village and I even found out places I’d never seen before. And then Joan remembered something. We were travelling fast through an open stretch of road and it took a few minutes for me to make my way towards the window. Just as I was nearly there, I was suddenly blinded when something flew out of the window and wrapped itself around my face. Again I was thrown back, as I struggled to get the thing off me. As I regained my balance I realised that it was her sarong that had come out of the front of the jeep. I was well away from the window but could see Sally, still bouncing up and down,. My breasts nearly spilling out, a pearl necklace resting between them -- a tongue-in-cheek clue of my intentions, as the pale flesh fills the black lace bra. My shaved pussy is easily visible as I neglect to wear panties, instead choosing a garter belt and suspenders to hold up my fine fishnet stockings. My tall black heels clank against the wooden floor as I approach him, pushing him back onto the edge of the sofa before slowly lowering myself onto my knees.I smile up at him as I undo his. It wasawful. And I was still mostly naked. They made me walk with it on and Ifelt strange, my movement restricted but, more alarming, my steps somehowshorter and less... manly. The confining item had put a definite mincein my step. Was it physical or psychological? Or both? I didn't knowbut I couldn't control it. In a frustrated state, I pleaded with myeyes. Bertram patted me consolingly on my bare shoulder. Ernest ruffledmy hair. Then gave it a critical appraisal. And went and got a.