“Oh my god Ryan, you look so fucking hot!!” Kassy almost yelled. I stepped in front of the mirror to get a look at myself and almost couldn’t be...ieve my eyes. I looked like a completely passable teenage girl! Kassy had applied my makeup on thick, the wig was flowing like real hair and went well with my natural skin tone and the miniskirt fit me so tight it almost made me look like I had curves. And standing next to Kassys muscular, toned body I looked quite frail and feminine. “Well what do you. The mother and small girl in an opposite booth glanced on seeing the flash but quickly went back to eating what was before them. I showed mum the picture… She smiled… she looked good in it. On taking the 4th picture the mother and c***d did not glance over. I lowered the camera to my lap. < Flash > Mum’s eyes widened…the little girl took a fleeting look across but the mother was gazing out of the window and paid no attention to us. I smiled at the result and offered the camera to mum. Her eyes. “Cooler in the river, I bet. Catch anything?” she asked, almost expectantly.“Nah. I think I got out on the water too late. They’re all taking a nap now, I guess.”Alana smiled. “Sorry. My fault, since we crashed your camp last night and kept you up.”I waved her apology aside. “We had a good time. I just forgot to set an alarm last night.”She raised a dubious eyebrow, doubting the success of such a strategy. “If you say so. Well, I just wanted to say hi. I won’t bother you anymore.”“I think I’m. (Even if the day was not so nice I still would have walked. I sold my car last week to pay the rent.) Mrs. Issacs appeared to be in her fifties, she wasn’t taller then five feet and a little on the plump side, if anything she looked like a younger Dr. Ruth Westhimer. You know the one that appears on talk shows and writes books about human sexuality. I was asked the standard barrage of questions with a lot of them relating to my health. Mrs. Issacs said that I might qualify as a candidate,.