‘Yes, we’re going on to Nat Palmer Land, we have enough fuel to get there and back here, then refuel and start home, I expect.’ ‘Good Lord, wh... Nat Palmer Land?’ asked Molly, ‘nothing there but penguins and ice.’ ‘Because, I suppose, it’s there,’ said Margarethe. And because I have no other place to go. I have no home but this ship. I have no life but to go sailing on until…until…. Until I can die if I’m lucky. Changing the subject, Margarethe asked, ‘When do you get to go home?’ Sharyn. "Put it on," my pantyhose told me.I picked it up and put my arms through the straps.I then tried to attach the hooks and eyes two or three times before I wassnugly encased in my bra."I should have told you it's a magical training bra," said my pantyhose."What is a training bra?" I replied."When you train a plant what are you doing? Teaching it how to grow,right? Well what do you have that needs to grow?"I looked down.I should have got used to magical transformations by now but I. . and confusion. She'd been working so hard, practicing so much, being so careful to watch what she ate, spending all those long hours at the gym...How could I forget?Emily put on her new outfit without thinking, scarcely noticing what she was wearing. If she had noticed, she would've noted that she had put on a white patent leather miniskirt, even shorter than the pleated skirt she'd worn the day before. The hem of the miniskirt barely covered the soft curves of her supple asscheeks ... and if. I attempted to flash her mom on multiple occasions, but i think she suspected what I was up to and eased off before getting a glimpse of anything since I often masturbated with the door half opened all the time and tried changing in front of the door often. I have also attempted to flash sex shop workers at a local adult theater in the past, but it can be hard to do since gay men always just try to linger in front of my booth and I have to tell them to leave me alone. I always hope a woman or.