These suits can be worn on a long-term basis. The contract you sign withthe company requires you to live as a woman 24/7/365, and the companyretains t...he key to your suit to ensure this. Once you're locked in thesuit, there's no going back.Not that I wanted to go back. I had long had a fascination for bunnygirls, and though I was a male (but not at all macho!) I oftenfantasised about being one. Now in my little flat on the first eveningof training week I surveyed myself, wearing my bunny. In the end we decided to meet for a cheecky kiss in come old garages near her house!we met and was chatting she told me how she dare do anything and that she liked doing stuff outside as it was risky so i made her show me her tits and for a 45 year old they were perfect i had a little feel and a snog before i new it she had her hand down my trousers pulling my balls and tugging my shaft it felt like heaven when she twiddled my balls,i slide my hand down her trouses and felt she had no knickers. She looked atme and I mimed taking the headphones off. She did so and looked at myparents. "You're done talking with them?" They want to talk to you," I told her as she looked at them."Something wrong?" she asked hesitantly. I guessed she probably waswondering what I had told them if she had been honestly not listening toour conversation."I'm a worried mother," Mom told her. "If Stacy fails this test, willyou be able to send her back home?"'Huh?' I wondered for a moment. 'Wasn't one of the. It’s the only option you have, Mr. Crowder,” Marlee said. * Stunned, C.C. walked back to the elevator and descended to his office. A moving crew was packing up his personal belongings. Two security guards escorted his down to his gunmetal grey Mercedes and watched as he exited the parking garage. On his way out, he turned over his security badge. * Back at his apartment, he opened the door to find it empty. A hollow sound greeted him as walked across the floor. One lonely sofa, a desk, and.