He had been careful to only remove his older clothes; he still refused the possibility of dressing as a woman as a long term solution, a couple of yea...s at the most. He undressed and made sure that the prosthetic breasts were placed correctly in the boxes that were also designed to store them. After taking off corselet and putting it in the laundry he looked in the bathroom mirror. He still had on mascara, the lipgloss had gone during dinner and his hair was still in the shape that Janelle had. ‘Here come the leeches,’ says Cheyenne as she finishes up. It’s her term for the four mothers: it has rolled into my self-talk as well. We both smile and she walks out. I don’t bother saying goodbye because we’ll meet up after dinner for more cards – what else is there to do? Flick, crack, whoosh. My lighter still has a few days in it. I only have four smokes left, but that’s okay. I make homemades too. The leeches wander in to the common room, shouting. ‘It ain’t right. That shit is not. She also possessed a killer body and did little to conceal it. Today's attire was no exception; the short black mini skirt was hardly suitable for the office, but as it afforded my a great view of her long tanned legs and a hint at her tight little butt, so I didn't really have the heart to tell her not to wear it again!The blouse was white silk and almost transparent and those wonderful firm tits encased in a half cut bra, bounced and swayed tantalisingly as she walked. Every time I saw her,. A pounding begins to overtake your head. Your vision blurs. All you can think is that, out here in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, you're going to crash and die. Everything goes black."Richard Arkane. Awaken!" A thunderous voice rouses you from the most comfortable slumber you've ever had. That weird seizure turning to a car wreck must have been a nightmare...but who just called to you? You don't know anyone who sounds like that. And if you were asleep, safe at home, wouldn't you be in your.