Jenny heard the card slip into the slot and felt herself getting wet at the thought of seeing Eric’s reaction to all the naughty things she had in m...nd. Just like clockwork, Eric did his thing. But, right before she opened the door to slip out of the closet and display her body for him, she was stopped by a knock at his door. Jenny closed the closet but left it cracked enough to see what was happening. She figured he’d ordered room service and certainly wasn’t ready to let the waiter see her. At the end of two weeks I had managed to try on all of theclothes, keeping only the ones that I could wear, or wanted. I had alsotried on that bikini three times. Each time I looked at myself wearingit, I found just one more thing that let me accept the fact that Ireally did look good in it, and I began to feel that competing mightjust be a way for all of us to accept the death of my sister.When I told mom that I would do it, she became like a general. Shecarefully took my measurements, then we. A full minute later, she stood back. I looked back at her, almostshaking with passion. "So.not anymore, huh?" She giggled in response."No, not anymore. Being straight or gay only just seems, I don't know,so constrictive. I want to be able to get any kind of action I want,anytime, with anyone, baby!" She posed for me, bringing her hands up toher head, and leaning to give me a picture-perfect view of her breasts.This was too good to be true! Everything I had willed for her to changeinto, her. Before I could utter another sound, though, Joni rushed forward and clamped her hand over my mouth. She quickly whispered, "The barn!" in my ear.She was jerked away instantly. But her warning, those two words, had been enough. I bit my tongue and let my head back down on the log and waited for the next burst of pain to the most sensitive area of my body.Deshane didn't jerk the hairs out the way that Mr. Moore had demonstrated. Instead, he began to slowly apply pressure, lifting slowly, pulling.