"I've arranged acar, photographer and locations, all the dresses are at the location andsized to this girl, I have to get another model of the same dr...ss sizeand height." That's a pain," said Luke."Tell me about it," said Karen. "It's a shame you're a boy, you'd beabout the right size. I'm sure you'd look lovely." I will take that as a compliment, I think." Dreaming he thought,wouldn't that be fun, he'd love to do it but far too afraid to be seento offer. "Sadly I'll have to defer, I'm in a. You mean you wearnylons under your clothes too? Like for a long time?" "Paul there is alot more to this about me and how it happened so just listen and I'lltell you." When I was a teenager for some reason I sort of liked watching mysister, your Aunt Joy, when she would dress nice and she often worenylons. She's 2 years older than me. Anyway I couldn't seem to helpmyself and it was just so tempting that from the time I was maybe 13until Joy moved out and got married, I'd sneak in her room when I. I was just lying there with no will power to do anything – shocked, dazed, stupefied and, surprisingly, aroused. For most women, this would have been nothing, hardly worth noticing, certainly not traumatic, but, for me, a first. There certainly was no question that where his hand was wasn’t anything but my breast – there was no way that he could have mistaken that round bulge for anything else – and his fingers lingered there far longer than necessary to spread sunscreen over my skin. Oddly. I was on a business trip in Shreveport, Louisiana. Two of my best friends from Alaska had recently moved down there so for a good portion of the trip I stayed with them. The night I arrived there my friend, who I will call Lynn for the sake of anonymity, informed me that her best friend from back home in Boston was coming to visit. This friend, who will be called Kendra for the sake of anonymity as well, I had hooked up with three years prior when she visited Alaska.So needless to say we.