The other man smiled, nodded, and smiled at me. I knew I was in trouble. The question was how much trouble was I in? I was feeling deep remorse for what I did. My feeling of lust overpowered my sense of reason. Now I was going to pay the price for it. He clutched my arm so tightly that I knew I couldn’t get away from him even if I wanted to. “I’m sorry,” I said repeatedly. He said nothing. We walked for about ten minutes before we stopped at a building. It didn’t look like a police station. I. She didn't have much for an outfit yet, but it was enough to entice the man who was to be called 'Daddy' tongiht. The front door was open, and Lacey entered. It was an enclosed porch, with another door just ahead, with a note taped on it. "Lacey, get dressed here in what you have, and put your other clothes in your empty bag. Then put on what's in the pouch, and I'll let you in."Lacey glanced around, and saw a small pouch hanging off the doorknob. First, it was time to change. She undressed,. I walked round to open the passenger door. I assumed that I wouldn't be introduced to her father just now."Thank you." She slipped into the car easily. She had learned the lesson of how ladies got into a car without displaying their undergarments. When I got in the car she was leaning over presenting her lips for me to kiss. I did. "Good! We have established that we have got to the kissing stage." What other stages are there?" I asked mischievously."If you don't know, Mr. Chandler, then I shall. Sudden realization dawned upon me. I now was that man. I was in his body. I started to scream and scream, only they were no longer the screams of a little girl. They were the screams of a man.It was then that I could hear the other shouts, screams and cries of surprise from all over the park. I quickly looked to where my parents were and saw them staring at each other in surprise. Were they still my parents? Or just some strangers trapped in their bodies.I couldn't bear it and ran off.
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