" Here we are!" announced the girl Lisa had been speaking to. "Tits In Nasty Greasepaint. There wasn't anything else you wanted?"Lisa pointed at a cou...ple of glossy American women-centric comic books and a book that featured photographs of a nude Virginia Falls in outdoor settings: The Immodest Nude Gallery."Well, enjoy," said the girl, who took Lisa's wad of euros and handed back the change.After this encounter, there really wasn't that much more for Lisa to do at the convention. She soon. My Mom and I are almost exactly the same size, so it's her clothes I havein my bag. Her clothes plus white cotton lace panties and bra, along withthigh-high white pantyhose that I bought on my own. The wig is one of theones Grandma bought after she started losing her own hair. It's a reallyhigh quality wig, a dark reddish blonde in a color that Grandma ended upnot liking and I've never seen her wear it. I don't think she even knowsits gone from her closet. (I hope!)I put the wig on first, since. "Pamela hands me her business card with a hand written address on the back of it."Seriously? That's really nice of you. Thanks." A month later I move out of my apartment and drive over to Pamela's house. She lives in a very exclusive neighborhood, extremely wealthy and arrogant area. I park on the street and walk up to the front door. Pamela's car rests in the driveway. Ring the doorbell, wait a few seconds, then Pamela opens the door letting me in. I thank her repeatedly to the point. I have never even been in a relationship before, you know,” she explained, clearing my doubt. But, also making me wonder who it could be then.“Please don’t. Please, never ask me who it was, Vimal. I really don’t think I can tell you. And I don’t want to lie. So, please don’t ask,” she further added. I did not know what I should have told her. But, I knew she was very hurt. She did look very disturbed.We never talked about it. I did not want to. I just did not feel like I wanted to know who my.