And smiled, then continued. "So fornow, be proud! Hold your head high and don't you feel the least bitashamed! No one can possibly imagine there's ... man inside that bulgingblouse and those tight jeans. I mean, your make-up and hairdo alonedeclare what you're supposed to be, and your tits confirm it. There'snothing embarrassing about them. And the real clincher is your crotch.Really! No one who glances down there -- and men do when you wear tightjeans, all the time, you'll see -- no one. I licked his ear and took his hand and kept t under my bra. He was so shocked. he pinched my boobs hard and made me shout. He held my nipples with his thumb and index finger and pulled it out as much as he could. He was so excited that he started squeezing me hard and he was crushing my boobs. It was a bit painful.I pushed him off and asked him if he wanted to see them.He was too excited as he has never seen any woman naked. But he always watches porn. He said he loves to see t. I asked him to. The Speaker held in the arms of my protectors, me falling away, attempting to drop clear of the bullet. The surrounding eyewitnesses each reacted to the obscene scene, as the most powerful person in congress, tried to kill the President.When time started again, my chest was suddenly on fire, and my back exploded in agony. Only after registering the pain, did I hear the gunshot. Though I heard more shots, I felt no new impacts. The air around me was alive with screaming, stamping feet, and a. My steps wereshortened by my dress and I had to walk faster to keep up with Victoriathan I was used to because she wasn't so restricted in her stride by theclothing she was wearing.We had been joined by Lizzie, who was also dressed like Victoria."Cindy, you look gorgeous," Lizzie had said to me as we kissed cheeks andhugged. "No one would ever guess that you are a boy underneath all thatmakeup and femininity. I am glad to see that you are dressed moremodestly today than you were last night. .