Barb Zell

An Outing

By Barb Zell



As most of you girls know, you can only go so far in exploring your feminine side with out some sort of feedback to help you progress with your efforts. I felt that finally the time had arrived for me to obtain that outside feedback for myself. Through some effort on my part I had accumulated a few days of personnel time and I was already beginning to make plans for the days ahead.

Those plans included going out with a supportive gentleman and getting his honest opinion on my character and female appearance. This person was the only real snag in my plans due to the fact that there was no one whom I knew who would fit into that category. My solution was to find that person in a very secure manner, through a chat line. Since I already was a long time participant in one of the TG chat lines I thought that this would be a perfect place for me to find some one willing to provide me with this feedback.

I had spent considerable time and effort combing through my possible on line acquaintances to find a suitable date. Finally I had reduced the number of likely candidates to two.

I started with Rob who seemed like a very nice guy and we always to hit it off while on line. He had asked before if there would be a chance if we could meet and I usually put him off. This time though when we chatted I brought the conversation back around to going out and he was floored when I agreed to meet him for a luncheon date.

He did want to establish a more formal relationship before we met, which was all right with me. I suggested a phone conversation prior to the date during which we might discuss the details. This now put me to my first test. I have a naturally high pitched voice, (unfortunately this is all the real nice feminine gifts my creator endowed upon me), and I was curious to see how well I could keep my voice feminine.

Our talk lasted no more than 20 minutes and left me exhausted. It seemed that there was a real effort on my part to keep my voice feminine. Rob did comment that he did enjoy talking with me and remarked as to how feminine my voice was. At least this was some consolation for sore vocal chords.

We had set our meeting place at a parking lot near a local convenience store a couple of days from then. To say that I was excited about the upcoming event was a definite understatement.

I spent the next few days in what I consider body prep. My food intake was also drastically reduced during this time while I continued with my exercise routine. There was no way I was going to fit into anything less than a size 12 but at least I would not be holding in my breath while I wore my corset.

The day prior to our meeting I set about prepping my self to reduce any chance of running out of time the next day. Removal of all body hair was a priority. This task I did find to take a bit longer than I expected but at least I had time. I spent at 2 hours removing hair from my body that night. After the hair removal I spent an extra 20 minutes though just enjoying a scented oil bath.

The feeling of hairless legs is something really to be savored. My under arms did tingle a little from the close shave but my whole body felt completely natural. I spent the rest of the evening preparing my wardrobe for the next day, (ironing a pleated skirt and hand washing a silk blouse). Before going to bed I finished off my preparations with a pedicure and painting my toes.

The next day I allowed my self the couple extra hours to lay in bed and just enjoy my feeling of newness. I did watch the clock and started to prepare myself in plenty of time. After showering and shaving my face very close I commenced to tape in a new method that I had run across on the net. After a few fumbles and used tape I had my male gender well hidden. I was well pleased with the result though. The tapping gave me labia lips from the scrotum tissue with only some tape showing.

Finishing with the tapping I proceeded to put on my hip pads which although home made fitted me well enough. My design of the hip pads and holder, provided me with a wide enough opening in the crotch for my taped external female genitalia to protrude. I then proceeded to put on my corset. This event always takes some time but as I usually pleased at how it shapes my figure and pushes up the right amount of flesh for taping into cleavage. With just the right bra and my breast enhancer I was ready for my first critical appraisal of my look.

As always I wasn't quite satisfied with my first look so there was some pulling and tugging here and there before I had it the way I wanted it. Finished with this part I put on my garter belt, slipped into my stockings and pulled up my cream colored panties. Before starting on my makeup I pulled on my lace camisole and half slip. I did remember though to slip on my house shoes to avoid any needless wear to my stockings.

My makeup application did go smoothly and took a lot less time than I thought it would. I kept with a daytime look by using a light brown eye shadow and just lightly lining the lids. There was the mandatory highlighting and shadowing but overall not much work. The cream rose blush just seemed so right with my mood, and the deep red to plum lipstick just set my lips off with the right touch. A dark Auburn shoulder length wig finished the look completely. Finally I did take a few extra minutes to critically critique my work though and decided that I was passable.

Seeing that I had plenty of time before I had to leave I decided to refine my manicure. I worked over the nails with a file, buffed, and then applied a second layer of polish. I was amazed at what this little amount of work did for them. Checking the time I found that it was just about time for my final preparations.

I easily donned and fitted my silk blouse. I also made sure that there was a sufficient view of my lace camisole with a hint of cleavage. Having finished with the buttons on my blouse I eased into my pleated skirt and was thankful as the zipper found its way to the top (thanks to the holding power of my corset). I then donned my earrings, bracelets, rings, watch and gold chain necklace that hung just slightly above the curve of my breasts. Just prior to leaving I eased into my 2 inch pumps and set out to find my purse.

Having triple checked my purse for keys and proper identification to include auto club card I was about ready to leave when I realized that I forgot my scent. Reaching into my purse I took out my pocket decanter of Poison and sprayed slightly ahead and above me. I then walked into the mist while adding just a extra touch to my wrists. After checking the windows for any neighbors I went to the garage and prepared mentally for my outing.

This was not my first time out so I was aware of the precautions that I should take in leaving my residence. The exodus went smoothly though and before I knew it I was blocks away from my neighborhood. Even though this was my first date I was relaxed and even took the time to smile at the occasional male driver. Having been out before I felt confident about everything except for the meeting. I did have some nagging doubts but thought I could handle most anything that could come up.

I arrived 20 minutes prior to our meeting time and parked in the general area. As I said the meeting place was a parking lot near a convenience store and fast food restaurant. Soon after arriving though I felt my bladder demand attention. Checking my watch I found that I still had another 15 minutes before Rob would arrive. Feeling quite confident, I decided to risk a trip to the ladies room at the local fast food place.

There seemed to be very little activity any where near which bolstered my courage. I was barely noticed by the clerks at the counter when I walked in and found my way to the ladies room. The place was completely deserted which again eased my anxiety as I entered the ladies room and let myself into myself in one of the stalls.

I gingerly lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and sat. The amazing part was that the taping held so well that I was able to pee with my member tucked in position. This fascinated me but did require a bit of maintenance of tape afterwards and a good wiping.

Finishing I was about ready to leave the stall when I heard two giggly female voices enter. One went directly into the stall next to me while the other tried my door. Fortunately it was well locked and she immediately moved away from the door. Feeling at least safe I composed myself and finished putting myself together prior to exiting the stall. When I opened the door the girl didn't even give me a second look before taking over the stall. This again bolstered my confidence and allowed me to take my time to freshen up my hair and makeup prior to leaving. The other stall occupant had then finished while I was touching up my make up. She waited patiently for me to pick up my purse before using the washbasin.

Leaving the restroom I found that the quite take out place now had come alive but no one seemed to notice me or care that I was there. I simply left the way I came. Arriving back at my car I saw that it was only a couple of minutes prior to our arranged meeting time. This caused a bit of nervousness on my part so I turned on my cars vent while listening to the radio.

So I sat a waited patiently, at about 5 minutes passed the hour a car pulled up with a cute guy in it. Now I had seen a picture of Rob but for the life of me I couldn't remember what he looked like. The gentleman got out of his car and I smiled politely. This caused him to break into a genuine smile and when he got next to my car he said hi but promptly walked over to the convenience store. He returned shortly there after smiled again and drove away. Obviously this was not Rob.

So I waited and listened to the radio while the fan cooled my face. 15 minutes, 30 minutes, then 45 minutes passed. I was slowly beginning to realize I had been stood up. At an hour past I was ready to leave so I turned off the radio and tried to start the car. Nothing, evidently I had drained the battery while using the fan and radio. Now what was I going to do.

Giving it a little bit of thought I realized I really had no problem. I had my Auto club car, but the name didn't match the face. A little more thought and I reasoned that the wrecker guy wouldn't care as long as the card was valid and that some one signed the slip. So off I went in search of a phone. This unfortunate incident now gave me a chance to practice my walk which I did with utter grace, unfortunately there weren't that many admirers. I did get a smile from one driver who did ogle my legs as I talked on the phone.

The conversation was a bit awkward. Since I was in a public place I automatically used my feminine voice. This went well until the phone operator for the auto club asked for the name on the card. He asked "Miss do you have a card with your name"? Thinking very fast I said that it was my husbands card who was with the car. This seemed to satisfy the operator who said a truck would be dispatched in about 10 minutes.

Well It didn't take that long and I had just gotten back to the car when I saw the tow truck driver. I got out of the car and flagged him down. He seemed to look me over a moment then gave a genuine smile. He asked if I would pop the hood for him. I did as I was requested and in no time he had the car started. After collecting his cables and closing the hood he asked for my auto club card. I swallowed opened my purse and handed him the card. He checked the number and started the paper work. He then handed me the clip board and asked me to sign by saying

"Please sign your husband name ma'am, it makes the paper work go smoother".

"Happens all the time the wife switches cards with the husband. Especially after the new ones are issued".

After handing me back the card he was off with a little wave. Although I was stood up I was at least beginning to get some positive feedback. This incident now had me moving in the right direction. Although I didn't have a luncheon date I was not feeling all that down so I decided that it was best to leave the general area and do some exploring. I did take advantage of cruising the streets and made a couple of stops at some strip malls for some window shopping. With the passing moments I was gathering more and more confidence so that I made a stop at one of the local department stores for a look around. I didn't want to attract any attention from the sales staff so most of my gazing was brief. There was a moment though when passing through the lingerie section that I did wish to linger. I was actually feeling more freedom by being a woman looking at underwear than I ever had felt when I went through the same area as a male.

Well my stops basically shot the rest of the afternoon and I wanted to get back to my neighborhood before too many of the neighbors got home. With some reluctance I headed back. Now I had intended on resting out the evening but since nothing transpired from my initial date I thought that I might as well venture out on the town.

Once back it was off with the make up and a good check of the face for beard growth. It seemed that over the past eight hours I held up fairly well but still I went through the agonizing ordeal of another close shave. Fortunately it didn't take very long and I was soon well into my evening makeup. It was about this time that I realized I missed lunch and was about to miss diner. A hasty yogurt and milk did seem to hit the spot with a nice piece of toast. Although I had made it home by 3 it was already 5 and it would take an hour to drive to my southern hangout. So finishing my light meal I completed my makeup this time accentuating my cheeks with a bit more highlighter and adding a deeper color eye shadow to my eyes.

Having satisfied my self with my makeup efforts I turned my attention to my evening outfit (which was still to be decided on). Since the weather had turned a little rainy my red silk shirt and blue slacks seemed to be just the outfit. I finished this off with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. I did notice though that my padding needed just a bit more firmness so off went the slacks and on went another 1/4 inch on the side. Looking at my self in the mirror confirmed that my attention to detail added to the overall curviness of my thighs.

Checking the time I found that It was nearing 6:30 p.m. so I made my final preparations prior to going out the door. After slipping on la inch matching pumps I went off to find my black rain coat and umbrella. To my surprise I found them with very little trouble and was out the door and on the road in no time at all. As I was moving out towards the highway I noticed that the gas light just came on. My free wheeling from earlier that afternoon had now taken its toll on my gas gauge.

I considered a quick stop at one of the convenience stores but decided that I really didn't appreciate the harsh lighting. Instead I pulled into one of the majors and used my credit card at the pump. No hassles. Well that is not to say I didn't get at least one comment. A young man pulled up opposite to my car as I was finishing and gave my the once over and said.

"Going out on a night like tonight?"

I replied with a nod and received a quick retort of

"Maybe I'll see you at Flattereys (local singles hangout)" . In my best voice I could muster I answered

"Maybe." and I was away.

Adventure

My target for that night was a TG friendly disco. I arrived a little before 8:00 p.m. and found the place quite and deserted. I was sort of glad of this since it gave me a chance to relax and gather my wits about me. Shortly after I arrived, the DJ began spinning records which got me in the mood for dancing but I still lacked a partner. Even though it was quite at the bar, I was still enjoying myself. I ordered a glass of wine and began to explore the place with my eyes.

It was about half an hour before the place began to fill up. I spent part of the time in some light talk with the bar tender while letting my gaze wander. There were a couple of cute guys there but they seem more interested in themselves than me. So I continued to sip my wine and listen to the music.

Fortunately it wasn't too much longer when the place really started to get crowded. At about that time I noticed at least one guy who seemed to be eyeing me. Well feeling a little bold I decided to flirt a little with this guy. I caught his eye once or twice and I gave him a very sexy smile. I followed that up with a shift in my seating position that I had noticed other women had done. I think that this body posture sends out a signal that says visit me. I worked on this flirting for awhile but I seemed to be getting nowhere. About the time when I was going to give up with this game the girl seated next to me gave up her seat to leave. This was the signal for my (quarry ?) friend to make his move. He slid into the seat next to me and asked me if my friend would be back.

I replied that I was alone.

His reply was to asked if I minded having a little company then?

"Of course not I replied", adding my sexiest smile to my comment.

This started a wave of conversation where I found out His name was George and he was an airplane mechanic. He was very charming and at 6 ft a very desirable dancing partner. It wasn't long before he offered to refresh my drink. After becoming a little flushed at this tiny bit of attention I graciously accepted his offer. Now this second drink seemed to really relax me (thinking back on how much I ate that day I probably was feeling a bit tipsy). I talked easier than I had ever before.

During this exchange I found out that he was a little hesitant about coming over at first because he thought I was with my lesbian girlfriend. When he did see that I was alone he just assumed that I was a TS visiting the bar. I was really floored by this. I really couldn't tell if he was plying me with a line or not, but I decided it felt better just to believe him. He did ask how me long it had been since my surgery. Of course I was vague with my answer. He then remarked that my voice matched me perfectly and if it weren't the just the setting where we were at he would have taken me to be a genetic girl.

With all this flattery and wine I was beginning to get a bit giddy. Just when things seemed to be going well with George, my bladder started demanding attention. The tightness of my corset and the excess liquid made demands on my bladder which grew and grew. I looked around and saw a line at the ladies room but I was a little unsure about the policies of the establishment.

I did not want to leave to use a more private room less I lose my current interest, and use of the men's room was completely out of the question. I decided to put it all to the test by simply asking the bar tender where the ladies room was. If he pointed out the direction of the line I would take that as a positive sign. If he hesitated or pointed towards the men's room oh well maybe I could leave with a little of my dignity intact.

So getting the bar tenders attention I asked the question. Now this may seem to be a very small trial in my acceptance but to me, at that moment, the world hung on this man's answer. Fortunately with out hesitation he pointed towards the ladies room and went back to tending other customers. The relief was immediate, and so I excused myself from my acquaintance asking if he would mind watching my coat. He was delighted and acted as if it was a pleasure to do so.

Well waiting in line was a bitter sweet event. I was immediately accepted by the other women there in that I was totally ignored and of course my bladder demanded attention even more. Fortunately the wait for a stall was not too long. The pressure was so bad that the only thing that I really could think about at the time was getting my panties down and sitting on the seat. Again my genital tapping was holding well as the stream of golden fluid was released. It was then, the thought of where I was, hit me. I had made it to the ladies room and in the stall next to me another woman was doing the same as I. A light touch to the door brought me back to my senses and I quickly finished up. No sooner had I opened the door than the next occupant was making her way into the stall.

Now I was really beginning to feel a bit surreal as I made my way to the wash basin to clean my hands. The girl there gave me room as I washed and paid no particular attention to me as I brushed my hair. There was a moment though when, as she was leaving, I felt her hand just lightly touch my rear and I caught a hint of a smile as she went out the door.

Soon I was back at my seat and with my gentleman. The music was really swaying and a few couples were on the floor. He saw me look towards the dance floor and took this as an invitation to dance.

It was an exciting experience to be led by the hand up to the dance floor. With my heart beating a rapid staccato I was just a little overwhelmed and it took a bit of an effort at first to move my body in time to the music. This passed quite rapidly and I soon found myself with the beat.

I began to concentrate on some suggestive movements which I directed towards my dance partner. These of course he took as an invitation to move closer. An electric spark seemed to jump from my thigh when he touched it. It wasn't as though I wasn't expecting it but when he did it felt erotic and inviting. Soon I had his hands on my waist as we danced in time with the music. The look in his soft brown eyes told me that in the least I held his interest.

When the music turned to a slow dance I could tell by his touch and the look in his eyes that he didn't want to leave the dance floor. This is all that I needed as I moved closer into his arms. There were a few clumsy moments as I adjusted to his lead (never been led before), but I was soon immersed in the luxurious feeling of being held by a caring man. Ever so carefully I moved my thigh so as to come in contact with his crotch. The feel of the warmth and hardness that grew and grew against my thigh was enjoyably erotic. Having him pull me closer so he could have the firmness of my breasts against his chest induced the a wave a pleasure through me that almost made me wet between my thighs.

All too soon though the music changed pace and we parted ever so slightly. It was then that he looked into my eyes and I melted. He moved again ever so slowly and cautiously towards me gazing intently into my eyes. Instinctively my head fell back and limp, my lips parted, and my eyes lids slip to being half closed. Soon I felt his lips on mine and luxuriated in the moment. Soon though I found my self widely sucking at his tongue while his hands wandered freely up and down my blouse and to my behind.

This seemed to last for quite some time and it was George that made to move to get us back to our seats. Back at the bar George ordered another round of drinks while making some small talk. Soon though and much to my delight he moved again to take the pleasure of my lips. Our embrace was such as to allow my hands to wander free. Being a little playful I let my hand lightly wander on his thigh. This in turn invited him towards mine. Since I was sitting with my legs crossed he did not have direct access to my inner thigh. This though did not seem to inhibit him as he almost forcibly moved his hand in between my thighs. I almost squealed with glee as I forced his hand in retreat as I tightly squeezed my thighs. After a few tries he did relent and kept his hands above my thighs. There he lightly touched my breasts repeatedly but mostly I ignored these arousal attempts.

His response to my light touches were completely opposite to mine. As my hand lay lightly on his opposite thigh I felt his legs slowly part. This movement caused my hand to fall between his legs. Our kissing at this point seemed to grow in passion as my hand lay against his inner thigh. It seemed that he tried to lick my tonsils as I lightly let my fingers move up the zipper of his jeans. At the moment the world seamed to stop as I realized how much I was really arousing this man. A feeling of ecstasy from my femaleness washed over me as I became more in tune with my surroundings.

Well things at the bar continued in this manner until some more slow dance music came on. It did not take much prodding to get me out on the floor. Soon were we dancing in a fashion more closer to a matting dance than actual slow dancing. My enjoyment of the moment was sexually ecstatic and I even accepted the small hickeys that George was placing on my neck.

All too soon though George looked at his watch and decided it was time to leave. I was let down but I knew I couldn't take this one home. After a long kiss he asked for my phone number. My response was to give him my Email address (much safer). He was saddened but accepted what I gave him. It took me a few minutes to recover from this encounter but I was soon back at my flirting. It must have been about 10 minutes later while I was getting some warm response to my smiles and suggestive looks that I felt a touch on my shoulder, George had returned.

He said that he was on his way home when he felt that he just had to see me again.

He went on the say that I was the most erotic and sensual transsexual that he had ever met. His warmth and honesty really hit me. At that time I almost spilled what I was but held back.

Instead I stated that he was one of the few men (first of any) that ever made me feel like a whole woman. His response was to take me in his arms and place his lips against mine. Finally after coming up for air I decided that it was even getting late for me. George offered to walk me to my car and after a moment of hesitation I accepted his offer.

It was really wonderful for the first time to walk the street on the arm of a man. He in turn seemed very pleased to have me there also

Encounter

When we reached my car we embraced while I leaned up against the car. I could feel him slowly move his groin up against my thigh. I made a conscious decision at that point to let him between my thighs. My sexual feelings wanted him there and I hoped for the best as gently parted my legs. His response was quick and forceful as he moved to put his crotch between my thighs. I was really thankful at that time to feel my taping holding so well. There was movement but it all seemed contained.

For George though I could feel his maleness grow even harder as he rhythmically pushed against my pubic bone. I could feel his sexual tension rise as he mumbled my name. I then let his hands roam up my thighs, over my sides and up to squeeze my breasts. I was beginning to feel that things were getting a bit out of control so I offered that we move the party into the back seat of my car.

George eagerly accepted and I soon found myself laying down with my legs apart and George between my legs. His movements were strong enough to rock the car and I wondered how this might look to some one driving by. I was enjoying all of it, the feeling of his weight between my legs, the force of his hard crotch pushing against my pubic bone. The problem was that I was not paying how much attention George was paying to me. By the time I felt the first alarm bells ring he had my first three blouse buttons undone, caressing the tops of my breasts that were exposed, and working at pulling out the back of my blouse in an effort to get to my bra clasp.

Well I broke the spell by moving up against the door and sitting up. This put a complete damper on the situation and I could see the hurt and frustration in his eyes. Well I knew I was in control of the situation and could send him away at that moment but I just couldn't at that time. As I comforted him as he asked if he did anything wrong I had him sit up and I moved next to him to embrace him.

The passion of that kiss was incredible and it was as if my body was taking control of the situation. I saw my self slowly move to kiss his cheek and then neck. Slowly I moved down to the front of his shirt which I began to unbutton. Every kiss of his hairy chest added to my desire. My first kiss of a male nipple was exquisite. It was small and firm.

With each button that I undid his breathing deepened. Each breath he took excited me more and more and drove me further to what I had anticipated would eventually happen. As I kissed and caressed my way down his chest I could feel one of his hands caress my sides and buttox.

I had now reached his belt and heard him utter a very slight gasp. It was if I was making a mystical passage at that moment. Ever so slowly I let my right hand lightly touch his crotch. His response was immediate as his groin and stomach muscle stiffened. I then began to tug at his belt to release it. In a moment I had it undone and his pants unsnapped. As a sensuous thought I grabbed at his zipper with my teeth and pulled down. Thankfully it easily slipped down to its end.

I took the moment to drink in his musky aroma that emanated from his under wear. I continued with the erotic undressing of my partner by grasping the upper edge of his waist band and pulling it over up and over his rigidness. He assisted me by lifting up off his seat and pulling down while I did.

My cheek gently touched his thick shaft as I moved my head to allow my hair to tickle his crotch. I then looked deeply into George eyes and kissed him deeply.

Reaching for my purse I took out my lipstick and a condom (I knew eventually the moment would come and planned accordingly for safe sex). With great flair I freshened my lipstick to a deep glistening color. All this time I could see George follow my every move. I carefully pulled the condom over his shaft.

The moment had now arrived which I pondered upon for some time. Ever so purposefully I lowered my head, opened my lips and received my first maleness into my mouth. The taste was that of condom but the warmth and the smell of his aroma were heady and erotic. I lowered my mouth. He began to moan and softly spoke my name.

While my actions were moving him to climax his were doing the same for me. Although I had kept my panties up George had managed to unzip my pants and was massaging my pubic bone and pubic hair through my panties. Fortunately the tension on my pants did not allow him enough room to pull my pants down. He did succeed at one point to point his hand across my crotch. It was then my sexual tension exploded and I felt spasm after spasm rack my body.

Having been relieved of my sexual tension I turned all my efforts to George. It took only a light touch to bring him to climax.

For a moment we held each other then I began to straighten up. I grabbed my purse and pulled out some wet naps, carefully removed the condom and cleaned his pubic area. We then each tidied up and he opened the door to get out.

We embraced for some time just outside of the car. Slowly I could tell that I was arousing him again so I mentioned that I needed to go. He insisted that we meet again at the same bar.

I replied "maybe"

Well with one last kiss and wave he was off. As I drove off I never felt so feminine. The feeling of being held, of giving comfort as a woman, and being accepted as one were immense. Even though it was late I take on one more challenge at being a tease.

As I drove home I looked for a late night convenience store. When I spotted one I drove to the far end of the parking lot where the attendant would have a good look at me when I got out. After parking I straightened my blouse and pants. I then undid enough of my blouse to expose the mounds of my breasts and bra. Having splashed a bit of perfume on me I was out of the car and approaching the store in my sexiest walk I knew.

The store clerk was in his early 20's and had seen me approach. I gave him a sexy smile as I came in and walked suggestively as I made my way to the back of the store. I lingered long enough to give him what I felt were my best views. My confidence was at a all time high when I saw the look on his face. It was more a leer directed towards my breasts. I used all of this as I leaned into the counter to give him a good view. His lack of attention to his job was evident in the way he fumbled with his keys and the cash register. As he turned to me to take my money I looked directly at his crotch and sensuosly licked my lips. He almost dropped the money as I handed it to him. We gazed intently into each others eyes as he finished the transaction.

"You know I am allowed a 10 minute break where I can close the store" he said to me handing me the change.

I smiled devilshly and said "Mmm maybe later" .

Taking my change I left and sauntered out of the store back to my car taking my time. He waved as I got into the car which I returned with a large smile.

Noting that the time was now very late or awfully early I decided to head for home. Having reached home I was a little let down to put away this feminine feeling so early. So after finishing cleaning up it was a nightie and to bed.

The rest of "The Outing" will be continued .


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