..****That night was the turning point. Suddenly those sixteen days--onlyeleven now, actually--seemed, instead of stretching out forever, to becruell... short.Sheila still selected my things to wear, so that I still enjoyed thepleasure of being dressed by her. She began to enlarge my wardrobe,too. She never took me shopping, but we went catalog shopping, andwhen we agreed on what was suitable, which was most of the time, we'dorder it.Dressing had finally become the experience I had dreamed of.. Caught again, the Mrs stood at the door hissed at me, stop it yer dirty old bugger. Kerry is my Jenna's age, you shouldn't be looking. So glad she didn't come in as I was given my secret gift. I sat there musing myself for a while watching various vines, all the while, thinking about the gift I had in my pocket. During this time it turned out the 3 girls (the Mrs and the 2 actual girls) were going for a walk into town to see what was open. Asking me for a lift I agreed but I wanted to shower. After a while, I was a little sad, since people seemed to have missed her so much more than they did me. But I was still able to laugh it off as a boob thing.When I returned to the spot where I remembered leaving my bike, it wasn't there. I glanced around at the other spots where I might have left it. Then I replayed everything to be absolutely sure that I wasn't looking in the wrong place. When I was positive that I was indeed standing beside the correct dumpster, I walked into the mall to. I walked to my lingerie drawer, took out a light purple lacy bra and matching cheeky thong. I slid the thong up my legs and over my hips. I had to put my bra on backwards, do it up, turn it round then slide it up and put the straps up over my arms onto my shoulders, it was the only way I had found that worked since losing my arms. When that was done I walked to my wardrobe. As it was still warm out I put on a short cotton Hollister skater skirt and tight, short sleeved Hollister top. I slipped.