.he said his eyes were on my perky tits. "The name is Dixie hun, my ma is ma'am...I aint quite there yet" I said with a smile. I came back in with his... bottle of water and his eyes were all over me from my toes to my nose. I enjoy flirtin so I made sure to drop my lighter so I could bend over and give him a proper view of my plump assets. I grabbed a doob from the drawer and lit up, letting that sweet smoke slip out my mouth and up my nose. "You want a little taste" I said playfully but he just. .. Let me start with what you don'tsee. One might understandably expect to a few maid's uniforms hangingthere, and perhaps some frilly, petticoated little-girl dresses, justdripping with ribbons and bows. Well rest assured we have plenty ofboth, but we keep them in Central Costuming. If such an outfit is in thedaily plan for a sissy, they are to report to and be fully outfittedthere.The clothes you see bulging from the closet here are more or lesstypical things any teenaged girl would have.. " Emma don't call me Angela. Please call me Mom. I know in the past I was such a witch with you, but I'm ready for a new beginning. You and Brian are my only children and I want to be the best mother I can be."Emma's heart rejoiced. "Oh Mom! It's so great to hear you say that. I do need a mother right now. It's hard growing up without one." Emma hugged Angela.Oh what a foolish child! You stupid little girl! Angela laughed on the inside.Emma took her milk and her book bag and headed upstairs to. Women were beautiful -- goddesses. I knew that from theearliest age. I never went through that mythical phasewere girls are hated, despised, and infected with cooties.Women have always stood on a pedestal before my kneelingform. And the mere fact that I dared to touch the blackleather magic they wore on their dainty, delicate feetwas almost too much ecstasy for my tiny mind to handle. I remember there was so much more in that tiny closet.There was a pair of red, leather knee-boots with zippers.