I opened her sock-drawer and started rummaging through it to find the socks, I absent mindedly searched through the drawer, trying to feel out wool so...ks at the very back where I couldn't see, when I felt a plastic bag shoved in the back.I pulled the heavy bag out of her dresser, wanting to explore the contents of the mysterious bag, so I sat down on her hard bed, and started to open the plastic bag. The first thing I pulled out was a long, fat rubber purple dildo, I sat there shocked, for. The clothing they had been wearing was now on them for two days.They started the richual of removing their things. The dresses they were wearing came off. Then the wigs and makeup, then they started taking off the underwear. As soon as the bras came off, the breasts started shrinking. Then the shoes and corset came off. Things started going back to normal for Sam. Once it was all off, he headed for the shower. Sometime in the middle of his shower, he began to realize that he was back in. She could see the tattoos on his forearms hinting at his “bad-boy-rebel” side, and she found herself slightly turned on. Gingerly, she reached her hand forward and noticed his hand was strong when it clasped hers. He smiled bigger and she found it hard to speak. There was a curious look on his face, and for a brief moment she forgot why she was standing there. “Hi, I’m Sierra,” she said through a nervous smile. She tried to smile less; afraid she looked like a Cheshire cat but her mouth was. I really don't remember them. I remember I cried a lot and didn't want to talk to anybody. Probably that's why nobody adopted me back then.I went to live in the Spencer School. It was OK there, I had good friends. Richard was my best friend. We both played baseball.When I met the Mitchells, it was not that simple. First, they come into the office and meet with the social worker, then after the adults talk for a while they bring the k** in. Then if they like you, you go to their house for a.