He held his breath as his fingers wrapped around the handle. The door was closed, but he was hoping it wasn't locked. He turned the handle, slowly, hi... breath still held. As the door slowly swung open he released a silent sigh of relief. He stepped inside, weighing up the options of closing the door or not. He decided against it for fear of making a noise, then something made him jump.“Nice try.” It was Laura.His head spun around, his gaze darting around the room until he finally spotted what. Her skipper was so impressed with Jenni's ability he gave her an open invitation to ship as 'third hand', traditionally the route to a place as mate on one of the old barges. Life was good. In fact, most weekends from June Jenni was sailing in one or other of the barges, often from Maldon, but sometimes from Mistley, Harwich or Ipswich, occasionally from London, but rapidly gaining experience and confidence.It was in June we got news about Jenni's abductors; her stepfather had been remanded for. “Are you by chance feeling a little left out?” I asked with a laugh.“With me, it’s just a matter of far away blank looks, and a little stalking around the house. That is only because he knows that you and I are close. He’s a little afraid of you.” she said. “So you need to change the locks on this place, and end his fascination with it.”“You know, I’m not going to do that. Both of you have always had free access to this place. I will have a talk with him about using it for that purpose,” I. Oh well, it's only panties. The shorts stayed the same. I grabbed the shoes, but they quickly transformed into a pair of blue pumps. Oh good, I thought, I'll need blue. Wait a minute... The shorts didn't stay short. They quickly fluttered down my legs, forming a wispy translucent skirt with another pretty floral print. Oh, how nice! I thought. Hold up, that's not nice. I am running out of clothes! My t-shirt had become yet another white feminine t-shirt - but more ominously, it.