That was when Ann assured him, if he remained patient, good things would happen. Soon after that phone call, she and I began to discuss, brainstorm, a...d plan how we would pull this off in such a way that everyone would get what they wanted.The plan we came up with was to secretly video tape the action. We wanted it to be a great tape so there was lots of work to be done. I've always been good at engineering as well as craft type projects. This was going to be challenging but also a lot of. My hair is a wig, a very real lookingone, but a wig. My breasts are pads inside a bra, and my body has beenpadded expertly inside these clothes that I wear to make me appearfemale. And I dread what my *mother* will want done to my body in thelong term. I wonder what my friends would think if they knew thateverything I say and every move I make is all an act? That I hatetalking about boys and other girly stuff with them and that I long towipe the lipstick from my lips, shed my girl disguise and. Theleather is still supple despite spending the better part of a decade instorage, and near the buckle, the stains of my momentary lapse in common senseremain, darker now than I remember. The phone rings and I stand up to hunt for the handset. Ileave the belt on my bed and start rooting through the assorted boxes near thebed, getting progressively closer to the dratted handset. The answeringmachine hasn't been hooked up yet, which is just as well as it allows me tofind the handset somewhere. "These are nice," he went on. "I think my wife will be really excited to wear them." Uh huh," I gulped, trying to control my breathing as he teased my pussy and pretended that what he was doing was all part of the Personal Shopper experience. I broke first and had to put my foot down. Honestly, he probably would have kept going forever and spoiled the whole charade for Bob; and besides, if I'd waited any longer then Geoff would have been stroking a little wet spot."Well I guess that's me all.