?? I looked up and down thealley.? It was deserted, as it usuallywas this time of night.? Our target wasprobably taking a shortcut on his way home.?A ...ew people did that.? Somebecame targets. I pulled the backpack off his shoulders and peekedinside.? There were several textbooksinside, all with his name written on the cover ? ?Chris.?? Scientist of some sort, based on the booktitles. Chris? former life was now over.? His new life was beginning.? He wouldn?t really know it for a while,though.? A. In the bedroom Tom quickly pulled on his jeans. He thought for a secondand decided to put on socks over the pantyhose before stepping into hissneakers. He looked down at his chest and the damned mounds filling outhis bra. He wished Jen hadn't told him to keep the tissues in. Maybehe could take one or two out so they wouldn't poke out so far. Jenwouldn't notice, would she?But before he did that he had to find something so that the bra itselfwouldn't show through. A shirt wouldn't do... How. ”“So?”“No, you don’t get it. A top, a skirt, my heels, and nothing else. Nothing, get it?”It took Heather a second to understand, then her eyes opened wide, and her mouth gaped open. “Oh my God! You didn’t!”“No, I didn’t,” said Lauren. “I chickened out. I did dress up and we did go out for a few drinks, but I simply refused to go there. We did, however, go up to the reservoir late that night to see the submarine races. My God, I haven’t done that since I was your age!”Heather laughed at this.. “I wrote some erotica about a bimbo character that caught her boyfriend whacking off to porn and reenacted it for him.”He smiled.“My first thought was roleplay like this,” I gestured to my costume. “But I decided to go with shoe shopping without panties.”“I’d love to read it.”I noticed that my costume was torn in a few places. It was very thin and not really made for the abuse we had just put it through. “Damn!” I lamented. “I didn’t bring anything else to wear.”“Feel free to put on anything.