"You look like a boy in a wig who has been playing with make-up...a sissy boy. Any more make-up and you would start to look like a pretty girl." I th...ought I looked silly. With more make-up I might just pass as a girl. I lightly protested, "I'd rather have the pretty girl look." Mistress Sarah giggled at my embarrassment. It was the reaction she hoped for. "Aww. That's so cute, princess. I know how bad you want to be a girl but you've got to grow into that. Right now you're just a sissy. Be. My bladder was very full at this point and my leather belt was pushing into my bladder making the depseration even worse. i gave my bladder a quick nudge and it was VERY full. I cupped it with my hand and crossed my legs, hoping that my friends weren't noticing my dilemma & concern. We circled the parking lot for about 10 minutes trying to find a spot but we eventually had to go to the far parking lot and found one space open and it was NOT close to the mall, we'd have to walk the distance of. After that, he put it on my finger.“Yes, I will marry you, mom,” Travis put on the record.We both shed quite a few tears, and I stood up with him. We both wrapped our arms around each other, and made out extra passionately for about ten minutes straight.“I love you Travis, don't forget that,” I said, as the tears silently fell from my eyes.“I won't mom, I love you too,” Travis replied.We made out for another minute, before I said something else.“But I can promise, we'll still be having a lot of. We can't summon other worldly creatures to our aid." Killing a vampire is pretty much what you think you know. A stake through the heart. I don't know why it has to be wood. Decapitation. The wounds caused by fire don't heal, so a flamethrower works just fine. And not at all least, exposure to direct sunlight does indeed cause us to end up as a pile of ashes. Indirect sunlight causes weakness and pain. I can't simply throw a blanket over my head and run around without harm." Bridget," Myron.