I stayed dressed up all afternoon to get used to the outfittill I had to go to bed. I did not notice but mom also bought somereally pretty lacey undie... for me without me knowing. She put them inmy underwear draw.The first game mom dropped me at the tennis courts. She said I mustswing my legs out as I exited the car. Some of the `girls` were alreadythere. Patrice looked the best and really looked like a girl. Even hisnails were painted and had water proof make up on. I thought I lookedok and. Trains tend to get my crotch watch attention as people look bored and rarely talk to anyone else. I am also conscious of men of all ages looking at me. Since I wear long skirts little do they realise I am without underwear and wet and aroused so they seem to dismiss me as potentially exciting unless my pert nipples cause stares.Sometimes on a train I notice an older man with bulge and the classic closing his eyes and just peeping at me occasionally. If the train is not too busy I tend to smile. I’ve never pleaded for anything, but as I stared at him and became fearful of being a mother when that was literally the last thing I’d ever want to do, I thought it was my only option. George closed his eyes and leaned forward, he kissed my knee through my pant leg and kissed his way up to my wrist and arm. He moved up to my shoulder and sat beside me. He wasn’t holding onto me and I knew I would be able to get away now and only now if I wanted to even try. I slowly rest my hands on his chest. It was raining outside. I told her to come to my room as it is very near. She said ok.we reached our apartment in 5 miunutes. She asked me to show the bathroom . I showed her “Right around the corner to your right.” She said that the room was beyond any bathroom she had ever been in. The floor was covered with deep lush carpet, dim lighting glowed over the marble sink and mirror, She she entered toilet room & closed the door saying u go outside ,I peeped in through the key hole she pulled her.