Alone, I fled my home to chase Hollywood dreams. I livedalone, at least prior to sharing a bedroom with Ashley. My thoughts wentback to my mom, and a ...iny part of me wished that she was there to holdmy hand, to give me a little nudge.Shit. What the hell was wrong with me? All the courage seeped from mybody like a vicious winter wind ending the life of a dying fire. My mindwas wracked by anxiety. What if Greg and Eve didn't accept me? What ifthey dumped me at an orphanage? I'd end up surrounded. Then my bridle and bit, which incorporated a headband with another bell at the front. I was becoming a one girl band. Blinkers at the side of my head kept me looking forward. A thick band round my waist, to which my wrists were strapped, and finally reins clipped to my breast rings.I found the whole experience incredibly arousing. My amateur fumblings in the past had never included anything which matched the control I was now under. Strangely, I felt no humiliation at being turned into an. "Please tell me you and the girls are going to come spend next Sunday with me again?" Oh, Craig, we'd love to, but I have to work next Sunday," Julie said, with a tinge of regret in her voice."My day off this week is tomorrow, Wednesday. I'm hoping to get the washing caught up for the girls and me," she said, wistfully."Hey! I have an idea. Why don't I pick you up after you get the girls off to school. We can bring your washing over to my place. I have a Washer and Dryer down in my basement,". How would their church react? Cindy had a wonderful acceptance at her church, but would others be as accepting? Did she have the right to lay this on them? Perhaps she should not have told them. Perhaps she should have just crossdressed for her visits with them as a male. But how long could she have kept that up? A few months, perhaps. Besides what about when they came to town for their next visit. No, honesty would have to come eventually. She had just hoped eventually was a few months in the.