There is a burlesque dancer in Toronto who uses the stage name of Red Herring, not terribly flattering I think, or A Professional Distraction. I had m...t her once by accident when she was working as a receptionist for a company that I had to meet with. She oozed sexuality. She is really gorgeous as far as her face goes. Some people might find her a little too curvy but she was perfect for me. I’ve been to her shows a couple of times. She runs amateur courses and one day I’ll get up the nerve to. I felt the ice break just a little. I handed her a glamour shot that I had made one mad afternoon with Daylene. She said, "I would like you to come dressed to our next session." "You know, that's not that easy. It's not that easy to go back and forth between boy and girl clothes on a college campus with a bunch of nosy, horny, and potentially violently intolerant guys around all the time." "You can change here." I could do that right now." OK, I have another appointment now, I'll meet you. "I like your new kit," I said. "Thank you," she replied, with a smile in her voice. "I'm going to give you a yoga lesson." "But I've just had a yoga lesson." "Yes, you have," she agreed, turning to look at me again. "But you really suck. Come on." She took two steaming mugs through to the living room while I followed, admiring the sight of her pert young bottom as she walked, and wondering if she was wearing any knickers under there. I plopped down on the sofa while Martina took a seat on the. I rushed home, found a bathing suit, and tried it on. It was perfect, although a bit worn out. It was a string bikini: pink top with white polka dots, and white bottom with pink polka dots. My small but perky 34B breasts looked just right in the top, while my cute, nice butt stuck out just right. I was little for a 16 year old. No more then 5 feet tall and only 95 pounds, but I had the curves in all the right places. I was pretty happy with my body, and new I was the object of many boys.