He pulled up to me and this time not looking as nice as before opened his passenger door beside me, pointed a gun at me and said, “Eh FagBoy get the...fuck in the car!!” I did what he said and that’s the day my life took a dramatic change. I woke up tied down to a bed with zip ties and duct tape (redneck shit) I looked down at my body, all my male clothes had been takin off and I was left in my pink bra and pantys, with my stalkings and garter belt. I started freaking out trying to get the. ” And I held up a random pair I pulled out of the drawer, I stepped into them and headed for the bed.She said. “Don’t forget to put your work clothes out on the dresser for in the morning.”I always put my work outfit and shoes out on the dresser for the next morning because Pam doesn’t get up when I do in the morning. She sleeps an extra thirty minutes before she has to rise. So I place my clothes on the dresser so that in the morning all I have to do is get out of bed pick up my clothes and. That summer was one of intense exploration of both interests. A winter trip to Florida got more boating but the sex stuff never stopped. That southern trip got her laid on boats for the first time and there were several “skippers” who would never forget the experiences.She was a redhead with big tits and slim hips and a pussy that never got too much. No one guy ever grabbed enough of her heart to make her want to limit who her body enjoyed. She was non-discriminatory too, a real liberal some. I looked down at my legs. Is this how I was going to portray myself to a class full of kids my age, some I had never even met before? I can still remember that feeling so well. It was like displaying my body for all the world to see. Mom then said "You look so sweet! With your beautiful blonde hair you look like a miniature Peter Martins!" Mom always took great pride in making sure my hair was well attended to. She trimmed it herself, and had always kept it long. When I was five she.