She moved closer to me and our lips were almost touching. "So what did you ask me before? Sorry I couldn't hear over the music," she laughed."Um, I ca...'t remember," I took a step forward and wobbled a bit but she grabbed me quickly. "What do you do?" I'm a stripper in a club. I performed earlier on," she told me."Strip for me," I said.Her blue eyes widened in surprise."Please," I begged. I seemed to sober up a bit. As I gazed into her eyes I had never ever felt attracted to another female. "I tink I wet, John!" she said,pointing to her pastel-printed diaper."Ahh. I thought I saw it sagging a bit," I said. "Come here, you cheekymonkey." Effortlessly, I grabbed both ankles and slid her to the edge ofthe toddler bed. She shrieked and started giggling. As I gathered thewipes and powder, I kept the high-pitched laughs going by tickling hersoft belly with my free hand. I was just about to remove the tapes whenthe giggling stopped cold. Her eye-line shifted to over my shoulder, andshe. .." They didn't know, Megan," Mom said. "Nobody knew. It was always justyou and me. Your father knew, but he didn't want to be involved. We madethem mother/daughter days."I didn't know what to say. As we continued to look through the album, Icould only gape at myself in each picture. All of the best memories ofspending time with my mother were in that book. I remembered everysingle one of those days, but I didn't remember being dressed up likethat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.I knew. Then after drying my body I put on a clean pair of knickers. Mrs Edwardshad been quite right. Removing all the hair from the knicker area allowedan intimate contact between the silky knickers and my skin. Especially myballs and bottom - not that my bottom had been all that hairy, but therewas a noticeably different sensation. I got dressed in a new pair ofstockings and the longest dress I could find in my collection. It wasstill very short. There was just time for a cup of coffee before.
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