Except it wasn't my body. My body would be wearing jeans and a T-shirt, not atight-ish girl's sweater with breasts, a skirt and pretty, nylon encased ...moothlegs. It was so odd seeing a girl's body where mine should be that I nearlyforgot how embarrassing this all was (even though nobody else could see me).I looked at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that. Not quite admiringmyself but still shocked at the sight. Feeling almost voyeuristic at spending solong staring at a woman's body. I. I asked her to take her clothes off, and I put them in the washing machine, while she took a bath. She come out from the bathroom, only in a towel, and said all her clothes was at home.I asked her what clothes she wanted me to bring back, and she answerd that it dident mathers, and that I just could take some.I run over to her house, and found a top, a pair of panties, and a skirt.On my way down the stair, I looked out the window, and it had start raining eaven more, so I put the clothes in a. "Hey, Pat," Veronique said, when they had reached the woman. Veronique and Pet kissed each other on the cheeks.Then the woman looked at Sandra and said, "So, this is the girl that needs our help for her school supplies. Since when do you take naked girls along in your car?" Well, you know the new rules in our Country. She is one of those girls that got an ADP punishment."Sandra could see how this woman her eyes went all over her body, and then she said, "Hmm, she sure doesn't look like the. I know I blushed, and I tried to act put off; it isn't every day that the town slut infers that you probably wouldn't try to take advantage of her.We drove around for a while, listening to tunes and talking. I learned that Linda had a keen insight into people. She knew, from observation, that I really didn't fit in with the macho guys, the jocks and studs. She knew I had some secret hobbies that guys would consider wimpy, even if I was self-confident enough to not worry about what others.