Loud yells followed Rueben as he walked, but nothing deterred him from his path. At the corner of Twenty-fifth and Main, he paused for a minute, think...ng to himself. “Could it be? No, that’s impossible.” The resemblance was so uncanny, that surely it could be no other. Rueben started towards the man. “Ahem, Captain Northcliff, how nice to see you again. Do you know of a good spot for high tea? I could use a spot of it.” The man looked at him oddly. “I’m afraid I don’t know you, sir.” Rueben. Looking at Matthew holding the skirt, I desperately wanted to put it on. Up until now, it had seemed like a bit of a game. But the skirt was something different. Putting that on would be making a statement – crossing another line. I felt like I would be saying, I want to be a girl – please treat me like one! Or maybe that was just my subconscious, playing tricks with me again?I wasn’t sure why I was so keen to dress like a girl. Or why it made me feel so excited. I only knew that it felt really. His rough but tender touch made my nipples hard. he pushed my bra down and began pinching my nipples to make them even harder. he licked each nipple so the air on them felt painfully good. i could feel the bulge of his penis up against my thigh. and asked me..,"now what were you going to do about that last problem?" i could see that his penis was hard so i undid his belt, pants and i freed his cock from his binding pants. he sat back down in his chair i undid the buttons on his shirt kissing my. What to do?It was too late to make a dash to the chemist for some nail varnishremover pads; that would have to wait until the lunch recess. I came tothe conclusion that I would draw more attention to myself if I overtlytried to hide my nails, so I decide to play it cool and pretend thatnothing was out of the ordinary. Everything seemed to be alright and no-one in my group noticed the varnish - or so I thought! Lunchtimeeventually came and I rushed to the nearest Boots and purchased a box ofnail.