I gasped and squealedand gulled away. It moved over my hip and to the small of my back, andthen it began to tickle me down my sides and my hips, and f...nally overmy plump round bottom. I shivered and squirmed. Then I tried to archmyself away from whatever it was, but it kept following me. All of asudden it began to rub up and down my inner thighs, and then suddenly ittouched my pussy. "Please?oh Alice?what are you doing to me? stop, it'stickling!" I mumbled through the gag."You're very sensitive. She had picked up the dildo and began lightly rubbing the head on my exposed pussy lips. I know that she was only joking around but the damn thing actually slipped between my labia and hit my clitoris. I must have moaned because she slid about four more inches into my pussy. My head snapped around and the look on my face froze Wendy in place."Wendy, what the fuck are you doing?" I remember asking as the shock of the intrusion passed. A lusty grin came across Wendy's face and she slowly raised. "Class, anyone making fun of or laughing at Tim will spend an hour after class with a special assignment every day this week." That got the class to leave Tim alone and an hour and a half later his freshly laundered clothes were returned to him and his ordeal was at an end. Tim returned home and everything was going as normal until his mother got a phone call from several of the other parents telling her of Tim's forced cross dressing. When she thought about Tim in a dress, she began to wonder. Now, to make it clear, anybody can still write their own branching paths if they want to. I have no issue with it. This option to request a path from me is simply to grow interaction between author and reader rather than just having separate authors work on separate branches within the same story. It also serves as a convenient way for those who are too busy or lazy to write themselves steer the story in the direction they want to go.Having said that-for readers who make requests to me, I'm.