Some of the cowboys just inside the entrance were twirling their lariats with a flair for showmanship making goo-goo eyes at the young girls flouncing...excitedly in their ankle length Sunday dresses and button holed shoes.We merged into the crowd but stood out because our workers were dressed for hard labor on the track building project and our females were all gussied up for getting the slackers into the drinking tent and flat on their back in one of the private rooms for some mid-day. "The best I can do is.." She pauses and my anger from earlier flares."What?" I ask her, slight menace dripping from my tongue. "I can possess her, but instead of merely residing there..I can..become her. She hasn't been gone long so, her body is still conditioned to harbor a soul. If I do this, I'll technically be living her life.." A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips and it sickens me. I still feel sorry for the girl but if Ashley is found dead..my life would be over. My mind is in a. I remember to grab the shoes and a pair of hose to go with thegarter belt.I can just image what you're thinking right now. No way is this a guydressed up as a girl. I don't care what you think. I'm beginning to hatethat unsightly bulge in my panties and I really did enjoy walking aroundin a leotard. I told Michelle that I really must be a girl at heartbecause I like this way too much. Michelle and Mother sat on the sofa asI took off the skirt and leotard. Here I was standing in front ofMichelle. She kept looking at it as she moved down, feeling it in her smooth hands, bringing it close to her face. A gentle kiss on its tip made me moan again. Her hands moved to my thighs, gently touching and caressing my thighs.She just tapped her fingers between my legs to make some space for her to move. Her hands moved back close to my waist; her lips gone on my navel. Now she touched my manhood with her hands softly n gently feeling it in her smooth hands.Rubbing it slowly with her hands. She kept.