While it was a lot of messages to dealwith the first group yielded only one acceptable candidates. Heather wasgetting tired of all the effort required...to weed out the undesirablesand decided to reduce her class size to ten. After an hour Heather hadfound her ten and instructed them to go to a new private chat room fortheir initiation. She selected only closet crossdressers since theirconstant fear of being discovered made them easy to control.Heather started by instructing her little local. Some of her favorite clothes were in there, her nicest, prettiest dress and her mother’s favorite necklace, the thin gold chain had been a gift to Lacie from her mother on Lacie’s seventeenth birthday. A few old books were stacked inside as well, next to a stuffed rabbit doll her father had given her when she was three. Lacie stopped for a moment when she saw the doll. She had slept with that stuffed toy every night till the day she was sold. It was one of her most precious possessions. ‘Your. She was slightly self conscious about it, but that didn’t seem to stop her. Despite her habit, she was well kept and for her age (she had just turned 48 this year) she was really quite a looker!I sighed at her, considering for a short second whether to let her know her breast was out on display when I was jostled to the side and slightly into the fridge.“Oh! Sorry bud!” Another attractive older woman winked and smiled at me as she made her way over to Mom. She was wearing some loose pajama. If you feel better, have it. I will keep it on the dining table. I need to go out for some work, your uncle and I have a function to attend tonight.A glow of happiness spread over my face. I heard aunt is going out, damn! I am going to get alone with Swati now. All alone. I pretended to be normal and said: Function? So going to buy a gift?Aunty: Yeah! Want to come with me? You can suggest me some ideas for the gift. I asked Swati yesterday, but she isn’t interested in our mature people’s.