The girls on the tour bus revolted against the guys, sick of
their no-it-all attitude. Peter was the biggest offender of all. He knew
everything about everything, just ask him. He was ruining the vacation. Finally
the ladies had enough. They rose up and revolted against Peter.
The ladies demanded the driver stop the bus. Once the bus
came to a halt, Peter was hauled out of the bus and stripped naked by the
women. They forced him into a panty, bra, white blouse, skirt and high heel boots. Then they thrust a purse into his hand.
“Now walk, flyboy,” Acie demanded, a tall blonde woman with
a beautiful face turned angry. Peter started walking. He stumbled as he
adjusted to the heels and the brick sidewalk. “Keep walking, Betsy,” the ladies
chided as the new name stuck. “Show us some grace!” Betsy, I mean Peter, oh
hell, she looks like a Betsy to me, did her best to show charm in her walk.
Betsy started to feel feminine and quiet, like a prim and
proper woman. Before long she had a perfect swing to her hips and when she
talked it came out soft and demure. After two hours of walking up and down the
street as a girl, they re-boarded the bus, Peter still dressed as Betsy. The
ladies refused to let Peter return; only Betsy was allowed. Acie sat in the
seat next to Betsy. She leaned over to Betsy and whispered in her ear, “We’re
stopping at the next TG Inc. office. And you will do exactly what I say. Got
it?” Betsy nodded as a mischievous grin started at the corner of her mouth.
I would wear that.
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