Then I showed him my pic. He said I want you baby.(I'm 5'6, 146lbs, long brown hair to the middle of my back, greens eyes, 38dd chest) I was shocked a...t the thought of what I was doing but I just smiled and I typed him directions to get to my house. He said he'd be here in a hour!I frantically got in the shower and shaved my pussy clean. I put on my fish net stockings, black thong underwear, tight push up bra to push up my dd's, tight white t-shirt, short leather mini skirt, and black heels. My. And . .so many others. How in heaven'sname did they get here?? Jane's head was spinning and she fearedshe might do something really silly. . . like faint.Before Jane could quite form words or decide what to do, she wasbeing passed from one student to another, being thoroughly huggedand kissed at each stop.Finally, she found herself near the tree and came to a stop. There, kneeling beside some type of computer was . . "Sheldon?? Imean, Trip?"The winsomely made up face beneath the floppy red. My mind needs time to think and sort things out." We got ourselves together, turned the van around, and drove back to her place. I knew that there would be no photos or videos of tonight's action. I felt at ease and returned to my home. The next morning, I found a CD jammed in the screen of my door. It was from Lola and it was a soundtrack of last night's van escapade. I was dumbfounded because I did not see or think of this idea. I played the CD and there was no doubt what it was. It brought. So, I accept that to some people my long hair makes them thinkthat I am a girl.Scott said, "Why not cut your hair?"I said, "I do not want to cut my hair, if by having my hair as long as agirl means that I look like a girl, I would rather look like a girl withlong hair then cut it!"Looking back at how this really started, I am amazed that it took thislong for my hair to be a major issue with Jane, that's what it reallycomes down to, my willingness to look like a woman with long hair,rather than.