Smith broke out laughing at this, but didn’t stop admiring Susie’s body. “You are a bad girl. That’s for sure. I don’t know, get a tent or s...mething if you must make hoo-ha in the yard though. It would be more neighborly.” Then he turned and gave Bob a strange look. “Bob, come and see me tomorrow, boy. You need a talking to, I think.” Then he waved vaguely and turned to trudge back to his house, shaking his head in bemusement.Susie broke out laughing. “Wow, that was so fucked up. Old man Smith. She sat on the carpet with her legs sprawled out behind her. Her body faced me but her head was down, so she couldn't see me. She wore pink pyjamas. Her hair was messy because she always had a shower before bedtime. Spread out all over the carpet in front of her were crayons, markers, and paper. She was drawing something, but I was too far away to see what she drew. Her right hand gripped on a black marker—her grip on the marker seemed a little too firm. The black marker was so large contrasted. ” she acknowledged. “And I hear him say he’d often wondered what it would be like to have a man up his arse.”“And what did Shelley say?”“She said, and I quote. ‘I’d love to see some big pricked man fucking your arsehole and making you his whore.’ and she started to cum.”“Shelley said that?” I asked in disbelief. “Little ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ Shelley.”“Butter’s the only thing that wouldn’t melt. She’s a little whore on the quiet.”“Never!”“You think not? After he’d shot his load. Hose -check. Heels - check.. I guess I'm ready."He sighed, and walked out the door, and headed toward school.As he walked he thought about what made him want to try this experiment.It had started because he had read a story in English class about a manwho felt like he had been fading from view to the point he was effectivelyinvisible, and then did something radical to make people see him again.And as far as John was concerned, dressing as a girl was as radical as hecould get.At the door to the.