Start talkin’. And no funny business. The last guy who tried to be cute with us left town with no clothes on, riding a rail after we turd and feathe...ed him.”“Uh,” the Stranger began. “Don’t you mean ‘tarred’ and feathered?”“Do we look rich enough to keep ‘tar’ laying around? No, we turded him.” The townsfolk nodded in agreement.“Well, alright then. My name is Buster Gonad. And these here, these boys in the wheelbarrow, they are my testicles.”The crowd looked at each other in amazement and. The bottoms were just asbad. They had been made to look like they tied on the sides, and werevery low in the front. The back had a little keyhole designed to show alittle butt cleavage. Thanks to my needing a tail hole, I'd been stuckwith this suit. And it was pink! Why does everything have to be pink?Reluctantly, I pulled it on, maneuvering my tail into the rear holebefore bring the panty all the way up.The top was a little trickier to get on. I tried tying it behind my backa few times before. ‘You know I would.’ ‘Hell yes! I keep hoping u will anyway ,)’ ‘Maybe someday I will have you make good on that offer. What are you wearing?’ ‘Nothing’ ‘Damn. You know that’s what I love to hear’ ‘I do. What r u going to do about it?’ Asked Jeanette hopefully, playfully, knowing John would come through. ‘I’d have you hogtied . . just to the point of being uncomfortable . . . with your wrists crossed and secured above you’re head to the bed frame . .’ ‘Yummy!’ typed Jeanette sliding onto her. It was a suggestion of Shelly, oneof the pledges. He guessed she still held a grudge, because hersuggestion was great payback for her, because he had made fun of hername. What an idiot he was, he thought. Shelly said that since he wasgoing to be all girl, he should have a girl's name now. They all thoughtthat was a fantastic idea, and huge discussion started.It was quickly decided that he shouldn't have a variation of his ownname, like, like Jill, or Jackie. They also didn't want an.