Was it worse than I thought? Was I a bimbo trapped ina man's body?Anyway I then went upstairs and Carol helped me to get changed. She saidI could do...with some help smartening myself up, doing my hair and nails,so I sat by her mirror as she smartened me up.Something was making her laugh."What's the joke?" I asked."Take your trousers off in front of the mirror, Nicola."Suddenly I was confused. I couldn't see the mirror or my trousers.What?What was I wearing? It looked like a French Maid's. The couple made me feel welcome in there home and i was given free reign of it. I quickly settled in and Denise would cook lovely home recipes and made me feel part of the family.Mid Summer came and with it vacations time, I had not booked a holiday so when Rick asked if i would like to go camping with them to a music festival i said i'd love too.So that Friday we packed the car with camping gear and headed over to Denise mum's place to drop there little one off for the weekend.The car journey. Susan’s hands we’re sliding all over the place in an attempt to keep herself upright whilst Mike pounded into her again and again, eventually she pulled both her hands up, griping onto the metal bedpan tightly. “MMMMMMM!” She moaned, rolling her head on her shoulders just before Mike got carried away and yanked her off the bed to her feet, pushing her firmly up against the wall and kissing her whilst ramming his throbbing cock inside her; her eyes wide with shock as she pulled up her legs to. I took off at a run to the Metro station. I almost made it. But I got there in time to see the train leaving, without me…I watched the schedule… and the next train would be there in fifty minutes. It was really very dark outside to walk and find a taxi…I sat down in the waiting room. At least, I was able to console myself with the thought that the night was quiet and balmy. A beautiful night to be walking along a beach with my husband. But I wasn't. I was sitting in a waiting room, waiting for.