I hurried along the sidewalk toward my room, moving my short legs as quickly as they could move.---I walked inside the practice room, unsure what I wa... going to see. I saw some unfamiliar faces inside, and one that I recognized. Three people were gathered in the room. One of them was an older man who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, dressed in casual clothes like the ones I'd worn before I'd become Kristy and been forced to stuff myself into tight jeans and skirts. He was holding a. I decided to do this on a Friday morning around 1 AM thinking all the drivers would be asleep by then. I put on a pair of black panties and a tan bra and chose my pink mini skirt and a black tank top to wear over it as they are both really easy to take off and put on. I got dressed and went to my car and drove to the truck stop. I parked in the corner spot next to where the trucks were parked. This got me as close as possible to where I could just get out of my car walk maybe 30 feet and be. The process ofderobing can be tinged with sadness but you've decided tonight isdifferent, this evening has been the beginning of a wonderful weekend,dedicated entirely to the pursuit of femininity. Slipping out of dress,rolling hold ups down, and finally stepping out of your underwear. Youslide a pretty pink babydoll over your head, loving the feeling of thelace straps on your shoulders, pulling up the matching panties up yoursmooth shapely legs. With face freshly moisturised you set. " Would you mind terribly photgraphing me masturbating? I can't get the image of Freja's photo out of my head," she felt her hands cupping her breasts and her nipples tighten and harden, the tingle and wetness once again returning to her fanny. She was having difficulty not masturbating right then and there, not that either Jonathan or Freja would have minded watching, or, possibly, joining in. But she wanted it, no, needed to wait until she was finally in front of the camera."If that's what.