But soon I heard more footsteps. Some that sounded like high heels, some like sneakers and some that could only be flip flops."Could it be?" I thought... "Could it be that Cara managed to convince some of her friends to help fulfill my absolute fantasy?"I got more excited and hopeful as I heard the door creak open and what sounded like the removal of shoes. The bed started to sink a bit as whoever my girl bought with her piled on to the bed."OK, baby." Said Cara. "I know you've wanted this for so. As soon as he left and closed the door, I ejaculated on her butt. She turned around and smiled and asked, “You were holding your cum just so they wouldn’t get a chance, right?”I kissed her lips and said, “Yes, my bitch”“Ok, get ready. We need to go shopping,” she said.“I’m not coming. You’ll take years to select a dress,” I said“No dear. It’s just a nightdress and inners. It won’t take long.”“Ok then. I’ll bang you at the shop.”We went to a textile shop. No one was there. Even the shopkeeper. I was a bit surprised as she had on a skirt and blouseand heels. I hadn't seen her in a skirt since Sunday as she dressed inslacks or shorts like one would expect from a housewife. When I had askedher why I wasn't allowed to dress like that she told me maybe someday butfor now I needed to get used to being a girl and how she moves and actsand skirts reinforced that. After she grabbed a cup of coffee I felt hercome up behind me and lift the back of my skirt."Very good Diana," she said. "I see. .." He murmured, unconsciously shaking hishead in disbelief.It was right there in black and white: Welcome to ANYTOWN, USA 'A fair place'Shaking his head more authoritatively, Carl continued his trek alongthe secondary highway, unimaginatively named Main Street where it ranthrough the small one-horse town.Looking around as he headed towards the gas station on the outskirts,Carl found his location-scouting instincts kick in as he surveyed whatcould well be the prototypical 'Small American Town'..