I wanted to feel it. Feel what had been denied to me my whole teenage life. I loosened my legs slightly allowing the chilly basement air into my crotc..., the sodden panties making it feel even colder. It sent a shiver up my spine.I let out a sigh of failure and hung my head listening to the dying hum of the washing machine. It began to get louder again. It began to violently rock back and forth so I clamped myself down as tightly as I could, pressing my crotch right on the edge and I rode that. As I looked into my feminine made upeyes, I realized that going through with this was right. I couldsee the absolute joy on Kristina's (my) face. Mark was nowhereto be found Kristina was here to stay!The time was getting close so I finished by polishing my nowlonger and delicately manicured fingernails a matching red. Ihad already done my toes after the tub. I kept inspecting myselfin the mirror, astonished each time with the completeness of myillusion. Aside from my height, 5 ft 11 in the. "Now!" he said firmly. "No questions... just go."To his immense relief, she turned, and walked off. She used her normal gait, and did not wait for him. She didn't quite stalk, but her body was tense. He caught up with her just as she pushed the door to her room open."Please take off your blouse and bra," instructed Woody."I told you..." And I told YOU that it's my turn to be in charge," he said. "I'm not going to touch you. Just take off your blouse and bra." What about my skirt?" she asked."I. "Oh my God!" she almost shrieked when she saw me. She clapped her handsto her mouth, eyes wide and face so pale we both thought she was going tocollapse, or run off. Of run off and then collapse. But she made amassive effort to get her shock under control, you could almost see herfight it down in the way she'd often had to after Dad had died."You could have warned me!" It's not an easy thing to say over the phone."She made some jerky gesture to encompass me, from my thick plait to flatshoes. "I.