The effect ofthe clothes, makeup and hair was undeniable though. I looked nothinglike the young captain of industry I am. I looked more like a young...irl. I was almost attracted to the girl I was forced to gaze upon inthe mirror while they scurried around packing my bags for the trip.I thanked God that neither of them took any pictures of me in my foolishgetup. I could not wait to cast it off and never think about what itfelt like to be the girlish freak again.Still under the cover of the. I was now 45 years old and although I was in good shape felt that teen sex was something of a memory. I decided to entertain these feelings and they grew and grew in my subconcious. I was the type who ususally picked up their hoes at the night clubs in town but this time I decided I would frequent the younger trendier nighspots with the xpectation that I would be laughed at but also with the hope that I would somehow be lucky.I went out on the Saturday night and had a few light beers then went. Here is a account of a quick meeting at my office.It had been quite awhile since John and I had met up for some man to man time. I was really getting a bad case of sexual overload and was wondering how I could take care of that itch that was burning between my legs.I was working on a Saturday morning at the shop, when my cel phone chimed and let me know I had a text message. I looked at the caller ID and is was from John. Damn was he hooked up by telepathy with me? I quickly open the message. They were so pleased to sell these units, they promised to include any parts or other materials they had that went with the saw mills. I thanked them and hung up.My next search was centralized in Pennsylvania. I wanted to get Amish buggies, wagons and horse drawn farm equipment. I was set with power equipment but I wanted trade items and stuff to teach the rest of the world how to grow and form civilizations. I managed to find what I wanted. They would be shipped in broke down form and would.