I came up with the idea that I was invited in a costume party where me and my friends would dress up like a girl band and there I was picking heels, b...oots and make up kits. I went back home immediately and tried everything, it was an amazing feeling. The same night I decided to visit a gay bar for the first time. I couldn’t dress and get out as everybody will see me (not to mention that my make-up skills were novice at best) but I still wanted to put something on. I went with a nice black. We were ahead of other courses in that we had a crazy golf area for the children to play, with sand pits and swings and slides. It was while I was mowing in this area I got chatting to a couple of sisters, Tiffany and Rebecca, 15 and 12, their parents were off playing 18 holes and had left them in the childrens area, to play by them selves. one day I could only see Becky, I asked about Tiffany, Shes gone away to camp for two weeks with the guides, I felt sorry for her being left on her own, but. We’ve joked about it in the past and I think she knows what is about to happen. I recall her threatening to punch someone if they ever tried to touch her in the same way. I’m up for a challenge. She does look nervous though – maybe even more than she did several hours ago. I know she is wondering whether she should call it a night. She is stretched around my hand nearing my knuckles and I try carefully not to further hurt her while giving her some time to think. She’s looking in the. “Thank you,” she said, as she rushed into the bathroom to pee. She had had to go really bad and it took her several minutes. When she emerged from it, she noticed that three other men had come into the room. Two of them were standing by the now closed door leading to the hall. The other one walked up to her. “You sure are a pretty girl aren’t you? Who is your father?” The man asked. Nervously she told him in a soft voice, as she slowly backed towards the bathroom she had just exited. She was.