So it makessense at the end of the day, doesn't it? Why I did what I did? Why I amwho I am? Oh, pity poor Josh whose mum thought sex with a stranger w...smore important than her only son. Pity Josh, whose mum didn't want himand whose dad used for target practice and a punching bag. Pity me, thepoor loser who got the blame because, according to my dad, mum neveracted like that before I was born. Of course it was my fault. Of courseno one... of course..." I trailed off, losing my battle to hold. I had guessed we were in some sort of forest or something. I knew we must have been in the middle of nowhere. I could get stuck out there. My fears were soothed when I heard him put a key into a lock. We were near a building and he wasn't leaving me. He jerked me through the door way and led me through the building. I nearly tripped a few times over my own feet. He was walking quickly which didn't allow time for me to be cautious. I began gasping for air. My breathing had become shallow,. "OK girlfriend, now you look suitably dressed for some serious gownshopping," exclaimed Daphne. So, arm in arm, off we set in search offemale glamor. This time the gowns were displayed by professional modelsparading down a catwalk. Sitting carefully, I tried not to let my mini-skirt rise too high as we sat and perused the display of high fashiongowns. Feeling somewhat undressed, I kept pulling down on the hemline aswe discussed and selected which gowns to try on ourselves. So this iswhat it. Finally the big day came. As I left for school, Momma and Daddy saidtheir goodbyes. They would be leaving while I was at school and would notreturn until sometime late Sunday. Perfect! I had a couple of hours afterschool to get ready and the rest of the weekend to enjoy my womanhood.Rushing home after school, I quickly got a shower and used the hairremover I had bought earlier that week. I could never get over how badthat stuff smelled but I loved how well it worked on me. Momma and Daddyonce.