She tried to dress in baggier clothing. It wasn't that shedidn't want to experience being a woman, it was just awkward that she hadto be a young woman...when she had grown up in a society where pedophilia isa horrible crime. Even though she was in the body of a sixteen year old,she had memories from an older man in her brain, that was interwoven withher personality.She had her friends though, and reliving childhood was actually prettyfun. In fact childhood was easier than the teen age years. I've known you your whole life, and I knew you were a satin fetish from the time you were a c***d. Youweren't as stealthy as you imagined, and I smile inside at the number of times I had to have youradolescent precum dry-cleaned out of my silk blouses."Dave made another attempt at speech, but she shushed him,"Be quiet, and listen. I see the way you look at me when I wear satin. Why do you think I dressed thisway tonight and threatened to dance? It's time we shared what we both really crave, the. The next day a call came from the gym and Linda was given a few hours of work, even with cash into her hand on the day it didn;t seem like much. Thursday arrived and there was another call from the gym they wanted her back the next week to cover the same shift. As we sat down that evening Linda said that as much as she didn;t want to that Ann's offer really was the only option left on the table, at least if she went down the first nigth it would be more than she would get for one day at the gym. Wound up. She paced the floor, trying to make sense of what had happened earlier. Leaving her knickers off and removing her bra had seemed like the most natural thing to do. Showing him her tits and pussy had pleased him and that had made her feel happy and excited, and yet when she was alone she became Misty again. Normal, quiet, dependable Misty.Why did she find it so important to please him? Why was his approval so important to her? She couldn`t answer those questions, but she knew that what.