Despite her own bare limbs, she didn’t have anything to worry about. Although she was a mountain nymph rather than a wood nymph, all of her kind sha...ed a talent for flitting through the wilderness in scanty clothes without harm.The sound of running water grew louder as they hiked through the woods until the two of them emerged from the woods into a small clearing. The woods were flush against the flat, craggy face of the nearby hillside and a small waterfall of springwater flowed from the. If I did this, I would really appear tobe female and would be able to wear beautiful clothes and wear makeupwithout appearing to be strange. I would be able to express myself in afeminine manner and stop pretending to be masculine. If I developed enoughfemale fat I would not be able to hide it and would be able to throw-offthe male-drag I have worn for my entire life.I want to have an exaggerated female form. I want to turn heads. I wanthaters to give me their best shot because I would be a. When Fatima led her back to their sparse room, a woman stopped them and spoke in a low voice.The door closed and locked behind them. “We will be leaving again soon,” Fatima said apologetically. “So I won’t be untying you.”Brigit tugged against the restraints. “Where are we going?”“One of the others is being punished. We all witness.”A niggling of fear ran down Brigit’s spine. “Wh…why? What did she do?”“I don’t know. They might announce the reason or they might not.” Fatima leaned toward the. "Hey, thanks for the drink," I turn half surprised to see a blonde, gorgeous girl standing next to me in the bar, alone, with a slight grin, holding onto a pint of something dark."wha, ay, yea, you are welcome," I stutter back, not knowing what the hell she is talking about. I have been at the bar for the past 6 hours nursing my hangover off its deathbed, and I am slightly buzzed, but I am not so drunk as to forget buying this lovely princess a beer. she obviously has mistaken me for someone.