It pressed in on my rib cage. It held my backstiff and straight. I could no longer take a deep breath. I had totake shorter more shallow breaths. I...thought about the job, about how Iwould be on duty for the full day from breakfast to after supper. Iwould be wearing this uniform all day. A tear ran down my cheek.Mrs. Whitman came to me. She put her arms around me and gave me a hug. Then she gently wiped the tear from my cheek. "There, now Vicki.Everything is going to be fine. You look so. I slipped into them and then attempted to stand up. At first I stumbled, struggling with the acute angle the shoes produced in my body. I held onto the back of the chair and stood again.With that mistress picked out what looked like a corset of the shelf. "I wouldn't do this with every sissy, but your body is so feminising to start with I think we can really work with it to produce the perfect, feminised girly body" I couldn't move for a few moments as I thought about what mistress had said.. Purebreed red in the bandanna around his neck in rodeo style, as well as his football jersey and big, puffy red jacket. His red pants were in the laundry, his substituting black jeans the only odd part of his clothes out. Even with all the layers, he could still feel the cold. It made his burly form sore from tightness, and his head hurt. He couldn't remember where he had dropped his cap, and his fade wasn't keeping the cold out.Cedric disappeared as soon as he was over the fence. Keyaron. "Anyone looking at the two of us would have immediately known something was happening; but, like us, they wouldn't have been sure of what."Isn't it a scorcher?" I said, hoping I wasn't being too trite."I'm practically wilted," she said, laughing warmly in my direction for the first time. "My clothes are still wet and sticking to me."I love to fantasy just as much as the next guy does, so it didn't take me long to start to visualize her bra and moist sweaty panties sticking to her.To make.