Dinner turned out to be the finest meal I had eaten in months, even if it was hard to concentrate on the delicious food that I had been served, becaus... of my sister's constant chatter about how good it felt to be young and healthy. After finishing a big helping of peach cobbler pie and ice cream, I got up from the table, excusing myself, so that I could go to the bathroom and work what ever kind of magic I had to make myself younger.Looking into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I. There was a pause and then she said: "Sir, new government safety regulations require me to ask you if you are a crossdresser. Recent studies have shown that no woman in her right mind would wear a girdle, and that the only people who purchase them are crossdressers. If, in fact you are a crossdresser, I am required to ask you several other questions so that the proper warning labels can be placed on your garments for your own protection."I stammered a bit and admitted that I was, after all, all. I took a quick shower and washed my hair and pussy. I did not want to smell and taste like pool chemical. I put on one of the baby doll tops I got last week. That was all I put on. I then went over and sat on the bed. There was a light knock on my door. I went over and opened it. Tom was there. I could feel my crotch getting all moist. Mary, are you there?Yes. Are you really going to do this?YES! I screamed. Tom looked shocked. He came in and closed the door. He took my hand and walked me to. " protested Freaky weakly. Sigh, it had been worth a try, anyway. Axorie changed the screen without comment.A desert caravan, dusky robed guards wielding massive scimitars, overloaded ill-tempered camels trudging along single file. "Too hot." said Hardcase. "Too boring" said Steetch "Too far to walk." said Freaky. Axorie changed the scene.A medieval village of central Europe style, on the Sein, Rhone, Rhine, or Danube. It looked promising until the cart piled with bodies was wheeled through the.