.. y'know... get along better."The crowd of fairies muttered assents and nodded in surprise. The little fat fairy had a good point. And so did some of... those mushrooms. "So," she continued, "I've made some toys that I reckons might be of some use to us. Some you can use alone, and some you can use with somebody else. And there's a massive moss bed in the far north corner if you just want to lick each other out or somethin'."There were excited murmurings amongst the fairies, and thighs being. "Oh thanks," said Jacob getting embarrassed. "Well that's kind of thething about being a let's say bedroom cross dresser... when you buyshit it's kind of to feel pretty or sexy, so as girls go you reallydon't own kind of every day practical clothes to hang around thehouse." Aaahhhh," Tim replied. "That makes a lot of sense." Well it does when you never think you'd be in the position of dressingevery day?" said Jacob, tossing up his hands. "Kind of also all of asudden being the woman stuck in. . . you name it, it probably happened. Men multiplied rapidly, and the phones rang off the hook. Mark became a hot commodity with the ladies, and sports provided constant background noise. This brings us back to the present. * * * * * ‘Holly! Holly, baby, where are you?’ ‘Mark, if you call me baby one more time, so help me . . .’ ‘But, Holly, you are my baby. I love you to no end.’ ‘What do you want, Sugar Bunny?’ ‘Sugar Bunny? You did not just call me Sugar Bunny.’ I can hear his buddies. A little that day, a little more the next time and even more the time after that. Make him want to see more. Make him sneak around, looking in windows, peeping to see if he could see more of her. All she would have to do was find things for him to do around the house and then 'carelessly' and 'accidentally' let him see more and more until she let him see her in all of her naked glory. No better time to start then right then.She hurried upstairs to her bedroom and dug through her drawers until.