So little time." Actually, Marian, we have all the time in the world."She looked at me, puzzled. "What do you mean?"I told her about my parents going ...ut of town. She smiled as she pushed me down on the bed and began to strip my pants off, followed by my shirt. "That changes everything!" She stood, doing a little striptease, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, letting it float to the floor. She unzipped her skirt. I watched as it slid from her hips, pooling around her ankles. Standing in front of. She’d never known this kind of feeling for a man. She didn’t know what to do about it, but she knew that Hunter’s eyes radiated what she was feeling, and that meant everything was going to be okay. “What do you mean you’re not beautiful?” he asked her. “I’m not,” she replied, “I’m just me. Nothing special. In fact, I’m kind of strange if you want to discuss it.” “Strange? I think not. I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and probably the most beautiful girl I will. I made my way to her wardrobe, glancing back at the mirror on occasions, asif wondering when this illusion would end. When it didn't I began to lookat the seemingly countless pairs of shoes, boots and other attires andsomeone instinctively reached in and grabbed something.First a black lace garter belt that fitting around my diminished waistperfectly following by a pair of black stockings. It was only as thestockings rolled up my legs that I noticed just how smooth they had become,my simple. Bob had paid for some additional dancinglessons and I was building new things into my act. It finally came time to begin work on the production and I was amazed ateverything that went into it. The lighting and makeup and staging werevery detailed. I met my co-star. He was tall (about 6?4") muscular guy.His head and body were completely hair free. I had seen him on theinternet before with other girls like me. He was better looking inperson. His nick name was ?Horse" as in ?hung like a horse."The.