She didn't sound familiar."Who are you?"She hummed in response, a song I didn't recognize. I decided to not tempt fate, and did as told. Jeans and a p...lain white tee were tossed on from the mostly clean pile of clothing on the floor. Cold linoleum met warm bare feet in he kitchen. My continental breakfast waited. The muffin was still warm, and a cup of coffee had been placed out. I sipped. Just how I like it. Was she another goddess? Following the morning ritual of the springs and falls, I ate. Again I had to go into the shop and walk up and down infront of the giggling line of boys.Next was a very bright green dress, with a short lacy skirt and lots ofwhite beads around the top half. The boys seemed to like this one a lot.Jeffrey Brampton even wolf whistled.I tried on one dress after another, then modelled them in front of thelaughing boys. There were other people in the shop, too, who looked at meand smiled. I felt very stupid.Mummy made me keep wearing more and more dresses in. Ajay ne mujh se pucha sagar kya hua to maine usko bola meri tabiyat khrab hai aur mai ghar jaa raha hu ye bolkar me police station chla gaya.Vha phuchne pe pta chla susma madam( lady police officer jinka naam change hai) ne mujeh apne ghar par hi bulaya hai. Main dhere dhiere darte hue unke ghar par phuncha aur doorbell bjai to door ek servent ne khola jiski umra hogi koi 50+ maine unse pucha susma madam he to unhone kha aap baithiye aur mera naam pucha to mene unko bata diya aur madam ko bta. " Excellent! Here's the key."And with that, she left.So many dirty clothes. Soiled clothes. Soiled with sweat, and underarms, and feet, and her anus, and vaginal emissions. Dresses and pants suits draped over chairs. Socks randomly strewn about. Piles of underwear next to the bed. A clothes hamper in the bathroom stuffed full and overflowing on the floor.So many very damp, musky, fragrant clothes ... all of which I would need to smell, many of which I would need to kiss...My penis was getting.