The hat was like a Dunce cap, which was all pink and had a flower tassel running off the tip. The teacher helped me put the white stockings on. She ha... me raise my feet, and put the slippers on. She put the gloves and necklace on me.She stepped back, and looked at me. She said I was very pretty. She went to her purse, and got out some make-up, and started to give me a makeover. She put everything on me: Eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush, lipstick, and lip liner. I felt weird with it all on.. She smiled back at me and acted like all the other dancers here. She leaned forward, her big tits hanging down under her see thru top. She placed her lips next to my ear and whispered to me. “Pete, please don't tell Mom and Dad.”, she said. The song had started so she had to get down to business. She started a slow grind of her hips and removed her top. I had never seen such perfection. Her breasts were very large, but didn't sag. They just looked heavy with large nipples that were rock. But the social media – the online real time digitized hookup mutual masturbation (or whatever) – is how we sex now. Isn't it? Onscreen, she curled her well-shaped legs beneath herself on the carpeted floor and suddenly seemed shy and awkward. “I think you're hot. My friend Brenda met you at a party and you gave her your number and she gave me your number. She showed me a pic she took at the party. When I looked at it, I could feel my juices soaking into my panties. I'm not wearing any right. I went on to the front door and rang the bell.It took a few seconds but she finally came to the door. When she saw it was me, she looked surprised."Pete." What are you doing at the front door? You never come in this way. Why didn't you use the garage door like always?" I don't feel like I live here anymore. Nothing feels the same now. Everything is different, especially you. It feels different, is all." Pete, please come in and stop talking that way. Nothing is different. Everything is the same.