.So I was sat down with my pants already around my ankles, having had a pee, slowly stroking my cock, then I was shocked to see people watching me thr...ugh both side walls and the door!I didn't know what to do, and then a note and a pen was passed from my right stall through the hole...it said, "do you like the drawings?"I wrote underneath, yes, very much sohe wrote, do you have any women's clothing?I wrote No.He wrote, do you want some?I said, yesThen there was some rustling of plastics bags. Bra size not important since she's dead. A ghost who died many years ago, her soul is stuck in Mahora. She doesn't mind, and finds all the constantly changing students fascinating. She died trying to keep her sister's flower garden from washing away. She's too young in mind for romance, but she likes Negi as a friend and about the best teacher she's seen. Not as good or close a friend as Kazumi, but then again, no one else is that close to her. May appear in a sexual situation, but not in any. “O’ Zephyr”, I whispered in a very soft tone. “Hey, buddy”. Zephyr jumped as if he was coming from some other side to this area and saw me in pain. “Oh damn! Looks you pushed little too much on the mat exercises”. He came close and started to examine the cramp of my thigh in my hands. “It does not look bad, I think, I can help”. Zephyr said and rushed into his cabin and came out with some liniment bottle in his hand. “This is a sure fire solution to the cramps”. He said with a smile and I. Mandy suggested the obvious solution; I would have to wear women'sslacks, which naturally fitted very well. She also suggested that,since I often complained about how tight they were around thecrutch, that when I was at home I might prefer to wear wraparounds. Since this wasn't actually a skirt, I agreed, clutchingonto my last remaining vestige of masculinity, but then, as youwould expect, before very long Amanda had me wearing skirts. Iusually wore them with oversize sweaters, since I'd taken.