"Be proud of your battle scars. They show what a tough bitch you are!" Oh my." She moves behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. "You are breatht...king, babe. Now, this is a good start, but let's see more," she says, patting my ass to shoo me back to the dressing room. I try on several more ... still riding on the conservative side ... especially on the bottoms. I am just used to having to hide a cock and hard to realize I don't have that worry anymore. While, back in the room, a bikini. I then feel its fangs bite into my neck. My breath started to go ragged, I felt intense pain around the bite, and I felt my vision blur. It only got worse until I passed away.I sat up and found that I could not control my bladder. I could still remember the pain, although it was brief it hurt bad like really really bad. I just curled into a ball and waited not even the scuttling made me move or the teeth when I felt them.I woke up again and decided to explore and figure out if there is a way to. The bra felt strange and he gently fingered the bandas it encircled his chest. The two shoulder straps seemed to complete thefeeling of 'entrapment' and he wondered if girls felt the same sort offeelings of being somehow ensnared; somehow made to feel 'he couldn'tthink of the word, but he somehow felt that Dorie Lou was in control. Itwas as if the bra was saying, 'you are a girl now, and you will alwaysneed me to support you.' Simon finally fingered the soft lacy cups andthe sensations. She just had to make the comment "Nice Ass."Being caught by surprise, and of course my mind roaming, I jumped up immediately. Turning to face that girlish giggle, I looked straight into those big brown eyes. Damn, it was easy to get lost looking into those eyes. Even with the flash of mischief she had as I turned red as the beets, I could easily lose myself to this friend.Watching those eyes roam around the garden I just stuttered when she asked "So, is the sun that hot already or did I just.