.." Fine, just don't go crazy on me." Can, ah, mom help me pick out anything?" I guess, but no help getting dressed, okay? Deal?" Deal!"I was ready to...burst a gut in anticipation, but held it in so dadwouldn't figure it out! One, I was going to get to be all dolled up, notonce, but twice, and maybe more if I were lucky, plus dad was even goingto take me out! Second, once I managed to do it, and not have anyonefigure out I was a boy of course, I was going to get a brand new car! Nota racer to be. Hislipstick was an electric blue matching his eyeshadow and he finished hislips with a high gloss lip gloss.Reaching into his makeup case he produced two pairs of false eyelashes.He applied adhesive to the smaller pair which were very thick, black andabout 1 ? inches long. When the adhesive was part set he applied them tohis lower lashline, where they covered the full width of his own lashes,and the tips rested on his cheeks tickling him a little. He then tookout the second pair of black lashes. That option sounded nice and simple. Then again she also knew she needed to change her tampon. Should she go through that sometimes slightly messy process up here on the Matterhorn and let them all have a perve at her vaginal blood flow as dictated by her menstrual cycle. Vanessa knew she actually needed to do all three but she just wasn’t sure she wanted to do all three up here ... on the Matterhorn ... in front of everyone. She could be just as ‘im-modest’, if that was the right word, back. ---------Darla explainsWhen we were both spent, Darla looked at me and asked, “When the time comes that Bob puts me for sale at auction, will you buy me please? I have saved some money. You may have it all to pay for me.”“Why pay the bastard anything?” I replied. “Why wait for him to sell you? Why don’t you and I just say ‘screw you Bob,’ and take off where he can’t find us?”“Oh, that would never work,’ Darla replied, “and you’re naive to think it would. Remember, in Boss Bob’s cruel world, he.