And that’s if we got that far.I didn’t call her immediately. I thought I would let Mandy report back, so she would be expecting it. Should I phone... or just send a message? I didn’t know what was the currently-accepted practice. I called her the next afternoon and she sounded happy: breezy and confident. We agreed to meet at eight at a bar on the seafront.“Long fair hair, red leather jacket,” she said when I asked how I would recognise her. “Sitting in a corner pretending to use my phone.”So she. I felt a little bad taking such liberty, but felt I would make up for it somehow. I removed my jeans which had already served their purpose and put on my favorite stockings and tiny skirt that matched the panties I already had on. I continued to freshen up and just then, there was an abrupt knock on the door. I quickly put on my wig of long flowing dark hair and looked at myself in the full length mirror adjusting my skirt to show the bottom of my sweet sissy ass. I dimmed the light and opened. " Doris reachedout to a cabinet door and turned."You are a charming guy," she said."I'm just me." This is the door. You see, it doesn't close all the way. It's beenlike that for over a year.Drives me crazy. So, what if I want more than just to watch?" Brianchuckled."You're the boss. As I told you, this is your chance to let yourinhibitions fly out thewindow." Brian grabbed a screwdriver from his tool belt and opened thecabinet door.Doris stepped back and sat down at the table."Okay then," she. Just make sure I'm not around when you do it." Right in the balls," he said, starting up his car. He drove out slowly between the rows of glowing red taillights. For a Monday night, there were a lot of kids in the park. Now that spring was here, the teens of Riverdale were horny, and this shady lot was the town's most popular make-out spot. Little Riverdale, they called it. The custom was to leave your parking lights on so drivers could enter and exit with their headlamps off. But who cares.