The rubber stockings were the same, the straps fitted perfectly to the stocking tops were adhered firmly to my legs, none of the new apparel seemed to...be removable, I am one right fucking mess. I phoned my best mate Ritchie, he was very cagey, and said he would call with Rob another mate. The arrived bout 30 minutes later, I let them in and took them upstairs and I removed my tracksuit bottoms and T shirt. The did NOT look surprised. “Rob” I asked, “What the fuck did you do to me last. And I of coursecontinued to practice in secret. This occasionally led me to be accusedof messing around with my sister's makeup and other things. I deniedeverything; from then on I was careful.I was lucky in that I had a part time job. Because as I made my plans togo out en-femme I started to purchase items I knew I would need.The items included, a dancers gaff, matching bra and panties, some breastforms, a beige polka dot spotted dress, some nude coloured high heels, ahand bag and a mouse. It was basically playing doctor. Problem is he was more concerned with wounds in and around my crotch. I remember one of the wounds was a head wound. As his hand went towards my crotch again, I stated in a somewhat louder voice the wound was on my other head. He busted out laughing and that was pretty much the end of the game. My next journey was in high school with a friend named Ronnie. Again it was a camping trip. On a previous outing we somehow got on the subject of sex. And or. So she determined to ask him. Right after she fixed him his favorite breakfast. After all, the way to a man's heart etc., and a full stomach couldn't hurt, when it came to wheedling the truth out.So when her two men were well fed that morning, and young Jack had gone off to see a friend of his, Mandy began to question Harry. “You were a tiger last night!” Start with a compliment, men were susceptible to flattery, even more than gals, she knew. “What got you turned on so hot? Was it my new.