He was a bit older, balding a bit, but he was probably a hunk back in hay day. It didn’t hurt that he was tall and a successful land owner. He went ...nto his room and opened his closet and picked out a blouse, skirt, stockings, high heels, and a neon-pink wig. The thought of trading a favour for rent started getting James hot. He felt his cock chubbing, and his nipples became hard. He began rubbing them slowly until he calmed himself and told him he would need to save the enthusiasm for a little. That clown says it all ... big, cheap, fast ... and if it's not sustainable, so much the better. To hell with resources. To hell with the rainforest. To hell with the planet. If disgusting clowns can stuff their faces on signs, isn't that what the free market is all about? Why have unspoiled resources when we can have that hideous clown stuffing his face? That's freedom, after-all. Freedom. Yes ... yes ... the land of the free, with an ugly clown to represent it.Mike's bitterness against. By the end of the process Francesca’s uniform had been modified into a tie-front midriff top, a pair of Daisy Dukes, and a headband to sissify his closely cropped wavy haircut. “Eres toda una chica ahora,” the amateur beautician beamed.“Gracias,” replied Francesca, noting her rudimentary understanding of Spanish and that the punk had explained she was ‘all girl now’.The sissies marched into the cafeteria. They collected their trays and went to sit with the various prison hubbies, daddies,. So I meandered back to my blanket, unbuttoning my shirt as I did and pulled it off. I hung it on a branch sticking out from one of the fallen trees. I took my cap off, hanging it on the branch as well and pulled the elastic out of my hair allowing my long, dirty blonde hair to fall down my back. I pulled off the tank top and hung it up too, leaving me in my underwear and hiking shorts. I sat down on the blanket and grabbed some sunscreen from my pack. I stopped for a moment and listened for a.