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“Just a wood cutter,” I answered, “pay him no mind.” We crawled into the tent and were soon asleep with her head on my arm. The morning dawned clear and bright. The sound of wood chopping was slower, I walked over and looked from the father to the huge pile of wood he had produced working through the night. I stopped him and had him sit still. Breakfast was more of the beans and cornbread. I had Ellen begin to gather what might be of value into a pile beside the tent while I saddled the horses and brought them up. The pile of plunder was quite large, I began sorting things. I told her to select only those clothes that fit her while I began loading the horses. One surprising item was another tent, perhaps larger that what they had been using, almost new. When I finished loading what I thought we could carry, I left Ellen to hold the horses while I roused the father who had dropped into an exhausted sleep. I reentered his mind, removing all memory of the past few days and all memory of his daughter. I applied a strong compulsion onto him, one I knew would last for days after I was gone, directing him to burn everything, including the clothes he wore, returning the area to the natural state God had intended. I watched as he built up the fire and start dragging things to the fire. I paused long enough to tell him when he finished he should walk to town. I mounted, and pulled Ellen up behind me. We rode slowly back to the road, leading the two heavily loaded horses and headed on to St Louis As a little kid, my favorite pair of pants was my pair of corduroy. I loved the texture of them and the sound they made rubbing together for some reason. Back then, they were boy’s pants and even men’s as I got older. Somewhere through that time, I learned to accept the fact that I also had a fetish for wearing women’s clothes simply because I felt naughty for doing something bad. I never l looked at it any other way than that. That’s the same reason why I also found a fetish in people pissing their jeans, especially women at that. The tighter the pants were, the better you could see the sexy ass and even the pee drippling out from the cloth trying to escape. Jeans were lovely but corduroy was even better because the cloth soaked it right up. All of these kinks are what combined to turn me into a closet crossdresser that wore tight women’s corduroy pants and sometimes didn’t even mind buying them at the store for myself. I’d wear full women’s outfits to help japanese enhance the naughty feeling and piss and cum my pants. Sometimes, I’d take video of it so I could masturbate to it later. I learned that I also didn’t mind an object in my ass as it was all happening to stimulate my hole. None of this was about being gay or straight as my favorite porn to watch was still lesbians in their jeans. It was all about just getting off and being a bad boy or girl. 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