Not yet, anyhow. Are you?" I let it go. Then when we got back home I stripped off my jacket, and she put both her hands on my shoulders to emphasize a...point, and I thought she could feel my bra straps through my shirt. She didn't let on if so, but when I winced and pulled back she told me I was behaving positively girlish.I soon was. If such a thing is imaginable, attending Club meetings became the central event of my days. I would never miss a meeting, and I looked forward to them. Beryl would. But she was young. She felt a liberation of sorts. She was looking forward to a new start in a new city. She forced a grin at this situation as the bartender passed by. She was not about to let this situation turn shitty.She had a dilemma. She was drunk. She was inexperienced. She knew how to handle her liquor, but she took another strong one.“From the gentlemen down there,” the bartender said.She looked back, shrugged, then right before the drink hit her tongue...“Hey. Um... Look, I'm going to. "How long have you lived on this farm?" his father countered. "Kieran can help and in any event, the readings you took on the grain the other day suggest we won't be harvesting until after you get back. You go and enjoy yourself for a few weeks."Donnie shook his head and then looked down at the folder once more."Mom, dad, I don't want to appear ungrateful, but I really don't want to accept this. America would be great, but there's too much to do here at home and anyway, I couldn't leave Rory. I sat there and endured, tightly strapped and helpless to prevent mycontinued feminization. Customers would come over and chat to mycaptors, offering advice and having a poke, a prod or a feel, takingphotos on their phones and not one saw fit to help me. Just complimentedthe women and went about their business. With my face finished and myfeatures unrecognisable they set upon my hair. They added blonde,shoulder length extensions and dyed, washed and set my hair, all thewhile soiled panties were.