..so she only made the profile to get on the site..once there she was bombarded with idiots..messages every minute on how they wanted to fuck her...do... nasty things...but not once did anyone ever just say hi..how are you. So she changed her profile to what it is now. Ending with..I hope you are not mad at me. I thought we made a great connection. I was not mad...hell..I was never mad. We decided to spend the next few days together online talking...and man...we talked about everything....where we. I liked how that looked.Alright, I thought, time for serious experimenting. I stood up and walked towards the door marked "Physically Disabled". I hesistated for quite some time before opening it and stepping inside. There was just one room behind the door and a lock on the door like in public toilets. I shut the door and looked at the girl sitting in front of me, white, about 25 years old with big bloodshot eyes, dark blonde hair that stuck to her forehead with sweat and blood and. I started by putting the bra onbackwards and clasping the two ends together. I then spun it around andlifted it up. After tucking each of my breasts into the large cups, Igrabbed the t-shirt from the bed and pulled it over my head. I smoothedout the wrinkles and did my best to make it look natural. Finally, Iadjusted the shoulder straps in order to make sure they didn't run away. Without any hesitation, I grabbed the panties off the bed and slip eachof my chubby legs through the holes and pull. The art teacher said that I have'spatial awareness' and should pursue an art career. I combined it withmy love for gaming and decided to concentrate on multimedia arts. Dayafter day, I was seating in front of my computer learning andpractising computer graphics and animations. It wasn't long before Iwas able to find small gigs online. It wasn't big, but it wassomething. And the more I disdained my family, the more I concentratedon working long hours on the smallest assignments I was.