. you know, shy. To have everybody looking at me naked." Perfection is nothing to be ashamed of," Laura said. "You wouldn't feel ashamed showing them ...o me, would you?" Welll... I guess not," Tracy drawled, partly shy, partly embarrassed, party coquettish all at the same time.Laura's blood was pounding excitedly. She knew this was a chance. Tracy was being a tease, and enjoying it. There was more going on between them than she would acknowledge to herself.Laura smirked in a friendly way, daring. The young nurse knew it was probably not wise to irritate a member ofthe owner's family, so she left. She noticed that room 6 was empty inpreparation of the return of another patient from surgery. "Miss Packard," the nurse addressed Charlotte. "Miss North is demandingthat she be moved to another room towards the rear of the ward. SinceMrs. De Franco isn't back from surgery, can I move Miss North to herroom?" Yea, sure. Move the prima Dona anywhere she wants. Get it done quicklybefore the shift. ’ ‘You can bet I won’t waste my time coming in here again.’ He stomped away. Tori shook her head. Obviously romance made people lose their minds. Romance. Like that even existed. As far as she was concerned, it was only an illusion, created by the greeting card, candy, and floral industries to boost their profits. The evening wore on, with more frantic boyfriends and a few frantic girlfriends coming in to find things for their partners, interspersed with occasional parents looking for things. . but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it sees itself not as the sexy girlie it has conjured for itself, but as a bizarre young male in stockings and women’s underwear. Without.