I still couldn'tbelieve that my sweet, innocent, wife - the small town girl whoseemed so inexperienced sexually throughout most of our marriage -could...have been so involved in the intricate planning that apparentlywent into snaring me in the web of feminization woven by Regina Rae,Carla and her. As I looked back on everything that had taken place, Icould see that I'd never had a chance.I wondered where Debbie was. The house seemed quiet. I decided toget up and face the day. I went into the. In his confusion he looked bewilderedly left then right up then down. He noticed almost simultaneously; two men, dressed in navy blue cover alls, walking away down the side walk, and a crate. A plain unpainted unfinished pine crate, sealed with a lid that was nailed down. He called to the men, but they just kept walking. They didn't even look back. "Damn. That is a gorgeous sunset." He thought out loud as his attention was quickly turn from the two absurd strangers that had left a box for no. Your skin is soft and silky, clearly well cared for. You are slim, I feel ribs and a slender waist, then your bottom, still covered in panties. The flesh is firm but yielding as my fingers press into it. I'm going to enjoy you.I move back up to your bra and slip my fingers under the shoulder straps. They are thin, and no match for the scissors I'm holding in my other hand. The main strap gives me a little more trouble but is still quickly dispatched. As I bend to put the scissors down, I hear. Confident now that everything was operating smoothly, Richard cracked the nitrogen valves that fed the boosters. If he had calculated right, he should begin to feel something at forty-five seconds. A quick glance at the counter confirmed it. Forty seconds on the dot, and he already had a growing headache. With nitrogen racing to the engines, the machine was forced to a breakneck pace in seconds, turning faster and faster, humming deafeningly as it spun. The g-forces increased with each.