“You have no idea,” Kurt said. His eyes swept across the station. “Is that it? Just a backpack?”“What more does a hitchhiker need to travel ...cross America?”“I guess so,” Kurt said. He grabbed it and threw it behind the seat. I frowned at the truck cab. “You only have the two seats.”“You're my seat, Becky,” Dona said, patting my futa-cock bulging the front of my jeans. “We're going to make sure you have all the pussy your cock needs to get you through the wedding. Starting with mine.” She lifted. Now, I don't want to spank my kitten, but I feel this needs to becorrected, and you need to learn to tell me, when a kitten or kittenetteis in trouble. So come over here, Kitten Violet."Violet nodded, and hung her head, as she walked over to her Momma. Shestood next to her, and gulped. Sarah reached out, and gently helped herkitten across her lap, bottom up, and flipped the dance skirt up. Shelooked at her kitten's round bottom, and raised her hand."I am sorry Kitten," she said, as she. .. his lack of interest made me a bit self-conscious. But something had roused me from my already restless sleep that night. A sound. Voices. I shot up, heart thumping. Had there been an intruder in the house? I turned to shake Terry out of his slumber, only to find that he wasn't there. Had he gone to work? No, I deduced after taking a gander at the alarm clock sitting upon my nightstand, seeing that it was 3:00AM. Too early for that. Another sound startled me. A sound that. She thought I was another cross-dressershopping for himself. I was trying to stammer out an explanation whenSkyler walked up and grinned."Hi. I'm his wife," she lied. "You probably have figured out by now thatthis isn't for me. They're for him. My fellow here is a sissy. He loveswearing this stuff. You shout see him prance around the little faggot.But he usually wears my clothes, and I thought it was time he got hisown. Right?" Oh, right," the saleswoman said. "We're pro-transgender here.