It was the last day of the school year, and I was more anxious for the day to end than anyone else.

I was sitting in my last class excited about the prospect of having the house to myself over the weekend. See I have a secret. I like to wear girls clothes. In fact, as I sat there waiting for the final bell, I was wearing panties and a pair of girls sneakers that I had decided to wear just to see if anyone would notice. Nobody did, or at least they didn't say so. Five minutes before then and of class our teacher stopped the video we were watching so that we could get ready to go.

"Hey Dev, you coming to movie night tomorrow night?"

"What?" I replied as my thoughts of a girlie weekend were interrupted.

"Movie night? You're coming right?"

"I dunno Allie. I kinda had plans"

Just as she was about to reply the bell rang. I picked up my backpack and started to leave. "I'll call you if I decide to come."
Everyone practically ran for their buses. I managed to get a seat to myself and spend the ride planning my weekend. As I approached the house I notice the only car in the driveway was my 1990 Honda CRX.
As soon as I got home I stripped off my boy clothes, and took a long loot at myself in my full length mirror. Staring back at me was not the girl I so desperately wanted to be, but a boy. A 6ft tall string bean of a boy in panties. My only feminine feature was my thick shoulder length hair.

Determined not to let myself get depressed, I headed into my parents room. My mother was pretty tall for a woman. Standing at 5'9" and being a bit on the heavy side meant her clothes fit me pretty well. Unfortunately they were almost all "mom clothes." I managed to find a denim skirt and pink babydoll top, and quickly grabbed a bra from one of her drawers.
Once I was back in my room, I put the bra on and stuffed it with a pair of socks. After putting on the skirt and top, I found the pink lipstick and matching nail polish I kept hidden in my sock drawer. I sat down at my desk and fired up my computer. I put on my "girlie" playlist and set to work on painting both my finger and toenails a delicious shade of candy pink. After my nails dried I put on a pair of socks and my girlie sneakers. All of my socks are girls socks as most people cant tell the difference, but to me they look and feel wonderfully different.

Looking around the room for something to do, my gaze settled on my bunk bed. I had the metal kind with a full mattress on the bottom, and the twin size on top that had been converted into a shelf. It didn't take long staring at its black metal framework for an idea to form. I decided to indulge in my other secret pastime. I retrieved another pair of socks from my drawer and a pair of black leather cuffs and some rope from under my bed. I laid down on the bed and used the rope to tie my ankles to the foot of my bed where the support posts meet the top bunk. I put the leather cuffs on my wrists and attached the left one to the clip end of a leash that was tied to the head of the bed in the same manner as my ankles. I used my other hand to arrange some pillows to support my head and stuff the socks in my mouth before attaching it to the clip of another leash tied to the opposite corner leaving me practically hanging spread eagle from the top bunk. I hung there for about half an hour before I got bored, but I quickly found that I couldn't reach the release on the leash clips. I struggled for about ten minutes before I gave up, and it didnt take me long to fall asleep. I was startled awake by a loud clash of thunder, sunshine state my ass.

The room was nearly pitch black with the only light coming from my alarm clock. As I regained awareness of my situation, I realized I was in a decent amount of pain. I spit the socks out and renewed my struggle for freedom. Just when I was about to give up hope, I managed to painfully twist my hand around and barely get the clip open. After releasing my wrists, I scrambled to the foot of my bed, untied my ankles, and jumped to my feet. That was a bad idea. The pain as the blood returned to my feet caused me to fall and I crawled the rest of the way to my light switch. In the light I could clearly see the rope marks in my socks. I quickly pulled my shoes and socks off to reveal that my feet had turned purple. Once the feeling in my feet returned, I changed into a pair of my mom's flair leg jeans, and one of my t-shirts sans bra. I ordered a pizza and watched movies the rest of the night before donning one of my mother's nighties and curling up with my teddy bear.

The next morning I woke well rested. A glance at my ankles revealed that my rope marks were still rather deep, though they felt much better. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza and checked my email. Most of it was spam. One was actually from Allie asking about movie night tonight. Well, we call it movie night. Its really more of a get together where we eat while we play video games and talk about anime. Eventually we usually end up watching something, but its rarely a movie.

I spent the rest of the morning online chatting and shopping for girls clothes, until I got hungry. I threw on a t-shirt and jeans and headed out for tacos. It wasn't until I was half way there that I realized I was wearing my mom's jeans from last night. I decided to risk it and headed on to my favorite place, Taco Bell. It wasn't crowded so I decided to eat in. Nobody noticed my pants and I forgot that I was wearing them. When I was finished eating I headed off to Wal Mart to get some groceries so I could eat the rest of the weekend. On my way past the women's section I couldn't help but go look at this cute dress that had caught my eye. I realized what I was doing after a quick moment, and hurried off to get my groceries.

After putting my groceries away, I checked my email, and there was another message from allies. She was certainly being persistent. I thought about my options for the evening and getting stuck tied to my bed again wasn't so appealing, so I decided to go to movie night. Since I was online I decided to play a few rounds of counter strike which caused me to lose track of time. When I finally looked at the clock, I was running late. I grabbed a scrunchy off my desk and put my hair up in a high ponytail. What I failed to realize was that I grabbed the pink one instead of my usual black. I went to grab my girly white and blue sneakers, but accidentally grabbed the matching white and pink ones without noticing. I ran out to my car and when I started it I was assaulted with ninety decibels of Aqua's Happy Boys and Girls. Once I recovered from my mild pop-induced heart attack, I quickly drove to Allie's imagining I was Mako Sato from the Initial D anime. It wasn't until I was getting out of my car in Allie's driveway that I realized I was still wearing my mom's jeans and had put on my white and pink sneakers. I wasn't worried about the jeans, but surely someone would notice the pink in my shoes. I was just about to get back in my car when Allie came bounding out of her house, her pigtails bobbing up and down behind her.

"Devin!" she yelled as she closed the distance wrapping me in a firm hug.

"Uh, what was that for?" Allie wasn't usually the hugging type.

"I'm just really glad you came," she replied as she shyly backed away.

"I wasn't going to, but who could resist free Pocky?" I jokingly replied as we walked inside.

Allie was acting really weird, even for Allie, which is hard to believe. She was one of those crazy anime girls, you know the type. Hyper with a strange sense of whats cool or fashionable, with and extreme case of ADHD. Sometimes known to mimic a cat when presented with a shiny or jingly object. Tonight she had really gone all out. She was wearing a Japanese school uniform she managed to get off the internet with a pair of mary janes and white lace trimmed ankle socks. Her long brown hair was pulled up into pigtails held in place with red ribbon and her head was topped with cat ears. Finishing her ensemble were her usual black plastic rimmed glasses, and an over sized cat collar complete with a bell that was both shiny and jingly. She really was a 5'6" picture of anime cuteness.

The house was decorated with Chinese lanterns and Jimmy and Mark were playing Gran Turismo.

"Who's winning?" I asked.

"Oh hey Dev," Mark replied.

"I'm beating the pants off of him," Jimmy put in. "I hope you brought your A-game"

"Jimmy I could do a lap backwards and still beat you," I said.

"Who wants pizza rolls?" Allie sang as she carried a huge tray of them into the living room.

"Itadakimasu!" I shouted in my best cute anime voice before inhaling quite a few of the delicious pizza filled snacks. "So who else is coming?" I asked between mouth-fulls.

"Sarah and Val should be coming," Allie answered.

Just then the doorbell rang, and Allie let Sarah and Valerie in.

"I've got Ramune!" announced Sarah as she held up a couple of six packs of the delicious Japanese soda.

I grabbed a ramune and plopped down on the couch as Allie got the movie ready. We were watching Cowboy Bebop. Allie turned off the lights and started the movie. I was surprised when she sat down very close to me on the couch and still more surprised when she laid her head on my shoulder. I was really confused., Allie was never this affectionate, ,and even though I had never thought of her romantically, I really enjoyed being this close to her.

"I'm really glad you came," she whispered into my ear as she stroked my ponytail.

"Me too."

"I really like your shoes."

"Uh, thanks." Great, she noticed my shoes.

She just giggled and snuck a quick peck on my cheek. Its a good thing the lights were off. I was blushing so bad I'm surprised I didn't start glowing.

When the movie was over we said our goodbyes and I gave Jimmy a ride home. Luckily I remembered to change CDs before we were assaulted with the sounds of Aqua, and I put on my Cowboy Bebop soundtrack. As a band nerd it was no secret that I like jazz. Not that smooth jazz they play in grocery stores, but big band, swing, and dixieland. My love of girlie pop music was a secret however, and I managed to keep it that way.

When I got home I checked my ankles, and my rope marks looked much better. I put on my Rat Pack playlist and changed into the nightie from the night before. After that I put my bondage stuff away and went to bed. Cuddled up with my teddy bear, I drifted off to the sweet sounds of Frank, Dean, and Sammy.

To be continued...

This is the first story I've ever posted anywhere. Its partially based on things that've actually happened to me. Feedback is appreciated thanks.
-Cassie

The Story of Me...Sort of

Chapter 2

“Revelations”

Sunday morning I woke up after having the weirdest dream that Allie and I were schoolgirls in Japan, only at home I was her slave. Why was I suddenly having romantic dreams about Allie?

I climbed out of bed and changed my playlist to Jimmy Buffet before checking my email. There was one from my parents telling me they weren’t going to be home till tomorrow. Good thing I went grocery shopping. There was another email from Allie.

Dev,

I'm really glad you came last-night. It wouldn’t have been the same without you. Can we get together without the gang sometime?

Miss you,

Allie

Well that was weird. I decided to find out what was going on. I pulled the scrunchy out of my hair an realized it was pink. I took a quick shower and then hid all of my girlie clothes. I got dressed in my normal jeans and an anime tee. I made sure it was my white and blue shoes and a black scrunchy today, and then I resigned myself to call Allie.

“Allie?”

“Yeah?”

“Hey it's Devin.”

“ Oh hey!” She sounded really bubbly all of the sudden.

“I got your email. Are you free today?”

“Yeah”

“When can I pick you up?”

“As soon as you can get here.”

“See you in a few.”

“Byes!”

I grabbed my keys and headed out. I did my best Initial D impression and got to Allie's in record time. She was looking out the window and came running out to the car as I pulled in the driveway. That girl really does have a quirky fashion sense. Today she was dressed in a lavender tank top that had a rainbow on it, pink and white striped arm warmers, a pink pleated miniskirt with a matching pink petticoat, white tights, and lavender converse high tops with the tops folded down at her ankles. Her glasses and the collar from last-night only added to her cuteness. How I had never been interested in her before now was beyond me, but now that these feelings were awake, I definitely had to know if she felt the same way.

“You got here fast” she said as she climbed into my car.

“Couldn’t wait to see you again,” I replied, “so, what do you have in mind?”

“I dunno. I just wanted to spend some time with you without the gang and all their shenanigans.”

“Well...if you really want to get me alone, my parents are out of town until tomorrow,” I replied giving her my best Spock eyebrow.

“Sounds good to me,” she gave me a shy smile. I really like this side of her.

When we got back to my place, I got us some watermelon soda from the fridge and put on my extensive j-pop playlist before joining Allie on the couch.

“So...” I'm such a great conversationalist.

“So...” she replied with equal greatness. She took a sip of her soda before continuing, “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I have to ask you about the shoes you were wearing last-night”

I sighed and took a a sip of my soda, “you want to know why I was wearing girls shoes?”

She nodded.

Looking at the floor I replied, “I'm still wearing girls shoes actually. These are the same shoes, only last night I accidentally grabbed the pink ones.”

“Do you wear girls shoes often?”

“Not before the other day, at school, but now that I know people don’t really notice, I’ll wear them all the time I suppose.”

“What else do you wear?” she asked.

I sighed. This was not how I imagined today going. “Pretty much whatever I can get my hands on, as often as I can.”

“So those were girls jeans you had on last-night?”

I nodded as I turned away from her to hide the tears forming in my eyes. “My moms.”

“I thought so.”

I was really getting upset now. I thought today was just going to be a fun day with Allie, but this was turning into my worst fears. If I wasn’t careful the whole school would know about me by the end of summer. I started sobbing and Allie noticed.

“Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “I'm such a freak.”

She slid closer to me and wrapped me in the most comforting embrace I had ever felt. “You're not a freak. If anything I'm the freak.”

I pulled away and turned to face her. “You are not a freak. You're everything I want to be. You're beautiful, smart, and most of all a girl!” Then it dawned on me why I had never considered being with her, I wanted to BE her.

Allie's response to this was to grab the back of my head and kiss me full on the lips. That was the first moment in my life when there was anything more important to me than becoming a girl. She continued to hold me until I regained my composure.

“So uh, does that mean you still want to go out with me?” I asked.

She smiled and nodded, “yep.”

“Even though I want to be a girl?”

“Even though you want to be a girl.”

Now I was falling head over heels for this girl. Until yesterday she was just my wacky friend, and the only person I had ever met that shared both my love of anime and my insane obsession with Disney World. Growing up in Florida, I had quite the obsession with theme parks, especially the Disney parks. Allie was the only person I know who was impressed instead of annoyed by my ramblings, and who's knowledge actually rivaled my own, and now she was my girlfriend, and I was her, uh, well that was something we needed to sort out.

“Hey Dev?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I um, see you dressed up? You know, as a um, girl?” Now I wasn’t the only one blushing for a change.

“Only if you promise not to laugh.”

“Promise!” she squealed, delighted at getting the response she'd hoped for.

“Wait here,” I said as I handed her the TV remote. I headed back into my room and put on the pink top and denim skirt from Friday night, and retrieved the pink sneakers from their hiding place. I spotted the nail polish on my desk and decided to repaint my finger nails before putting on my matching lipstick. I checked myself in the mirror and sighed. Resigned to my fate, I went out to face the girl who had so recently won my affections. Allie's eyes nearly popped out of her head we she saw me, and she failed to stifle a giggle.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” I said as my eyes filled with tears.

“Oh honey,” she soothed as she got up and held my hands. “I'm sorry, its just not what I expected.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well to be honest, I thought you'd look silly, but you almost look like a girl.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“Really,” she smiled in reply. “I mean you could use some work, but you could pass for a tall if somewhat awkward girl.”

“I'm already tall and awkward,” I replied.

That’s when Allie noticed my nail polish. “Did you do your toes too?”

“Yes,” I shyly replied.

“Lemme seeeee”

Without thinking I led her into my room, plopped down on my bed, and pulled off my socks and shoes.

“what happened to your ankles?”

“Nothing,” I said hoping she would drop the subject.

“Dev, you don’t get marks like that from nothing, now what happened?”

I spent the next few minutes explaining to her how I liked to be tied up, and how I had gotten myself stuck on Friday night.

“Oh my god! You've gotta be more careful girl. Speaking of girl, I cant call you Devin when you're a girl”

“Devin is a girls name too you know.”

“Yeah but it doesn’t fit you. I know, we'll call you Jessica!”

“That'll work I suppose,” I sighed.

We spent the next couple of hours cuddling on the couch as girlfriends before I had to change back to Devin to take her home. We shared a passionate goodbye kiss as she got out of the car and went inside. I waited for her to get in the door before backing out of the driveway. As I pulled a way I looked back and she was waiving at me from her window. I waved back and then sped off for home.

Back home I put my mom's clothes away. I couldn’t afford to get caught now. I finally had a girlfriend who liked me, the real me that is. I made myself a quick bite to eat and watched TV until I decided to go to bed. Stripping down to my panties and socks, I really like girls socks, I climbed into bed. Grabbing a short piece of rope I tied my ankles together before using my leather cuffs to bind my hands in front of me. I pulled my blanket over me and fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke from another dream of being Allie's Japanese slave girl. I undid my cuffs and untied my ankles before climbing out of bed to check my email. I had the usual spam, and a letter from my Japanese pen pal Misaki from Kyoto. As I read about what I assumed to be her typical schoolgirl life, I heard a car pull into the driveway. Looking out the window confirmed that my parents had arrived home.

“Devin you here?” I heard my mom call as she entered the house.

“In my room,” I replied as I quickly threw on some clothes, and notice my nails were still pink. “Shit,” I said as I scrambled to my desk to get my nail polish remover.

My mother knocked on my door. “Dev?”

“I'm getting dressed mom, I'll be out in a minute.” I got my nail polish off as quickly as I could, and went out to find my parents bringing their suitcases in from the car.

“There you are,” said my mom.

“Have a nice trip?” I asked.

“We did.” replied my mom. “Everyone on the couch, its talk time”

“Whats going on?” I asked worried that she had somehow found out what I had been up to over the weekend.

My mom and Burt, my stepdad, sat down on the couch and I sat opposite them in the recliner. My mom was first to speak.

“We've got some good news and some bad news”

“Bad news first,” I replied.

“We're moving.”

“Thats not so bad. Where and why?”

“Orlando, Burt got a new job there, and the pay is real good.”

“So what's the good news?”

“Burt got a new job.”

To be continued...

The Story of Me...Sort of

Chapter 3

As soon as we finished talking about the move, I jumped up, ran to my room, and called Allie.

“Allie! You'llneverguesswhatIjustfoundout!” I squealed into the phone.

“Woah girl, slow down. Now what's going on?”

“I’m moving to Orlando!”

“That's awesome! Except...”

“What?”

“Well what about us?” she asked.

“Oh my god, I hadn’t thought of that,” I said, suddenly crushed.

“Are you free to hang out?”

“Yeah.”

“Come and get me. We need to figure this out in person.”

“I'll be right over.”

I hung up the phone, and hopped in my car. On the way to her house I was listening to a CD I made of music from the Disney parks. When I got there, she was already outside waiting for me. She was absolutely beautiful. Her outfit was not her usual style, but she would be stunning in a potato sack. She wore a pale blue sun dress, with black mary janes and those lacey socks from the party. In her hair she wore a light pink headband with a small bow, and she carried a small patent leather purse. When she saw me pull up she walked over and got in my car.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she replied as she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips.

“So, where to?”

“Lets go to Jefferson Park, it should be pretty empty.”

“Alrighty,” I replied and sped off for the park.

Once at the park we found ourselves a bench in a secluded corner of the park, and sat down.

“So, Orlando huh?” Allie started.

I nodded, “yeah it would appear so.”

“Well, you should enjoy it there.” she didn’t sound convinced.

“It wont be the same if you're not there.”

“Well, you do have a car, its only a couple of hours.”

“True, I suppose we could make this work.”

“I know we can. We have to.”

I nodded “Yes we do.”

“Between visits, we'll keep in touch on the phone and the internet.”

“Yeah, that should be okay.”

“Now that we've got that settled, I want to talk to you about your tying yourself up the other night.”

“What about it?”

“Well you told me you like to be tied up, but you didn't really elaborate on the why.”

And that's how I ended up telling her about my recent dreams of being her slave girl along with a pretty much life long desire to be a slave.

“How would you like to try it for real?” she asked catching me rather off guard.

“I... I don’t know,” I replied nervously. The thought of doing it for real was both exciting and terrifying,

“I won't force you into anything, but I would like to help you find out if your fantasy is enjoyable in reality as you hope it is.”

“I guess... I guess we could try.”

“Yay,” she replied almost too excited for my comfort. “Okay, so we need some rules. Rule number one, when we're alone you will address me as Mistress Alisha. In public you will address me as Alisha, not Allie. Rule number two, you will do as I say or you will be punished. Rule three...” she went on to list a few more rules. “Do you think you can handle that?”

“I think so.”

“Is that how you address me?”

“I'm sorry. Yes, I think I can handle it Mistress Alisha,” I replied.

“That’s better. I'll let it slide this time, but don’t let it happen again. Now, if you really want to do this, kneel at my feet and pledge yourself to me.”

I hesitated scared of what I was getting myself into. Slowly I knelt in front of my goddess, dizzy with the feeling of finally getting to live my dark fairy tale in reality, each breath shallower than the last, I declared my love and devotion to this wonderful girl, “I hereby pledge my service, my body, and my soul to you, Mistress Alisha. I will obey and worship you for as long as you will have me.” I kissed the toe of her shoe when I was done with my speech.

“Aww, you look so cute down there, and that's a good idea, kissing my foot. From now on that is how you will show thanks when we're alone.”

I kissed her foot again, “Thank you Mistress Alisha.”

We sat there talking for a while, thankfully she started to get hungry, as my knees were really starting to hurt. We went and had lunch at a local pizza shop, and I took her home. I spent the rest of the day playing video games locked in my room, wearing only my panties, bra, and socks. I called her at nine, as she had instructed when I dropped her off, and that became a new nightly ritual. The rest of the week I pretty much just lounged around the house watching TV and playing video games or shopping online for things I couldn’t afford because I didn’t have a job. When the weekend rolled around again my parents went off to Orlando to look for a new house.

Allie and I had a date set for Friday night, and I was to go as Jessica. I was so nervous as I walked to my car in the outfit I had worn for her the previous weekend. This was my first time out in public as a girl, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it, but my mistress had ordered me to, and I wasn’t about to disobey her. When I arrived at her house she was waiting outside again. She had decided to go kinda goth tonight wearing black jeans and a black Hello Kitty tank top with spaghetti straps. On her feet she wore a pair of black mary janes with a 3 inch heel, bringing her much closer to my height. Her hair was up in a bun. I was in love and jealous at the same time.

“You look stunning Mistress Alisha,” I said as she climbed into the car.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself Jess, especially since those are your mom's clothes. We've gotta do something about that. Oh, and you can just call me Mistress if we're having casual conversation.”

“Thank you Mistress. So where are we going?”

“Lets head up to Regency. Its on the other side of town, so no one should recognize us. Oh I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what Mistress?” I asked as she place her cat collar around my neck.

“There, now you're marked as mine.”

I looked at the collar and found it now had a tag hanging next to the bell that read 'Slave Jessica Property of Mistress Alisha' “Thank you Mistress Alisha, I love it.”

“You can thank me properly later, now lets go.”

I put the car in gear and roared off towards Regency, which, being on the north end of town, when we lived in a suburb on the south end, meant she was right, and nobody there should recognize us. We spent the ride singing along to the varied and random CD's I had in my car. We were singing 'Wake Me up Before you Gogo,' by Wham! when we pulled in to the parking lot at the Regency Square Mall. I found us a spot next to the food court and parked the car.

“I can't do this.” I said.

“Yes you can,” she replied before grabbing my collar and pulling me in for a kiss. “Besides, you have to, that's an order.”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed with tear filled eyes. I got out of the car, went around to her side, and opened the door for her as was my duty as her slave. I really did like serving her, but I wasn’t ready for my public debut as Jessica. I closed her door and locked the car when she got out, and she noticed my tears.

“Its going to be okay Jess,” she said wiping my tears, “you look really good.”

“I hope you're right Mistress,” I replied managing to hold back the tears.

“I know I am,” she replied taking my hand and leading me to my fate inside the mall.

On our way through the food court we had a few of the free samples from the various stalls before grabbing some Ramune from the Sarku Japan stall. We strolled through the mall before she finally pulled me into the Old Navy. Nothing in the store was really either of our style, but she made me try on a couple of shirts and skirts anyways. We left there without making any purchases, and continued through the mall. We ended up going into Hot Topic. Normally neither of us would shop here, but I had to admit just about everything in the store was better than what I had on. We went through the store picking up stuff for me to try on. The first outfit I tried on was really cute. It was a black skirt with a lace edged hem and a black short sleeve blouse with a peter pan collar and a Hello Kitty patch on the left breast. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe it was actually me.

“Well are you gonna show me or what?” called my mistress from outside the booth.

I nervously opened the door and stepped out. “How bad to I look?”

“You look great!” she squealed. “Wait here.” She left for a minute and came back with a pair of shoes, “Here, put these on.”

I took the shoes and slid them on my feet. They were mary janes with a one inch chunky heel, and a round toe that made them look like doll shoes. I was in heaven. I tried on a couple of other shirts, pants, and skirts, and then there was the dress. It was a beautiful black spaghetti strap dress with lace edging on the knee length hem similar to the first skirt I tried on, and black bows where the straps met the bodice. I loved that dress, only I couldn’t wear it, because I didn’t have breasts, and it was too revealing to stuff it.

Allie had me change back into the first outfit and when I came out of the booth she was standing there with a pair of scissors, which she used to cut the tags off of the clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I paid for them while you were changing. I couldn’t have my slave girl running around in mom clothes.”

I was so overcome with joy I didn’t care we were in a store at the mall, I knelt in front of her and kissed both of her shoes, “thank you so much Mistress,” I almost cried.

She looked down at me and smiled, “you're very welcome my love, now get up before you mess up your clothes.”

I stood up and put my mom's clothes in a shopping back we got from the clerk, and we headed back to the car.

To Be Continued...

We left the mall and headed to a little Italian restaurant a few miles away. We were quickly seated in a quiet corner. We perused the menu for a few minutes before our waitress finally came up.

“Hi my name is Angelina and I'll be your waitress tonight.”

“Angelina the waitress at the pizzeria,” I started singing the Louis Prima hit without thinking. I quickly hid behind my menu when I realized what I was doing, and was even more embarrassed that I sounded like a boy. Allie giggled at my antics, and the waitress just stood there blushing.

“Sorry,” I said as I peeked over the menu.

“Well that was certainly different,” she replied. “What can I get you ladies to drink?”

“I'll have a Mountain Dew.”

“Me too,” replied Allie.

“Two Mountain Dews coming right up,” said our waitress as she ran off to get our drinks, and probably hide from my singing.

“So, should we split a pizza?” Allie asked.

“If we're going to split something, I recommend a calzone, but its up to you Mistress.”

“Ooh, that sounds good.”

“Here you go ladies,” said our waitress as she returned with our drinks. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” nodded Allie. “We're going to split a pepperoni calzone and an order of fried mozzarella.”

“Excellent, I'll put that right in for you,” she said as she again fled our table.

“So, how are you holding up?” asked Allie as she took a sip of her soda.

“Better than I expected, with the exception of singing to the waitress,” I blushed in response.

Allie giggled, “that was a bit unexpected. I know its only been a week, but how are you dealing with being my slave?”

“I love it. I've always wanted to do this, I must confess I am afraid of what I will feel when the newness of it all wears off. May I ask, what made you want to have me as your slave?”

“To be honest, I had never thought of it before you told me you liked to be tied up, but I went home that night and did some research on the internet, and decided I should give you the chance to live out your fantasy.”

“Thank you Mistress. You've truly given me a gift for which I am forever in your debt.”

The arrival of the calzone interrupted our conversation and we dug in to a very tasty meal. Our conversation turned to much lighter topics as we discussed anime and other such things throughout our meal. When we finished eating she led me back out to the car where I opened the door for her before climbing in myself.

“Where to, Mistress?”

“Back to your house.”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. I drove a bit faster than I should've, singing along with my random music collection the whole way. When we arrived at my house, I opened the door for my mistress, and collected my shopping bags. That's when I noticed a bag I hadn’t seen before. Grabbing it I held it up for Allie.

“Is this yours Mistress?”

“Yep. Bring it inside.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I grabbed all the bags, and followed Allie into the house. She made straight for my room, and I was eager to follow her. She sat down on my bed, and I knelt at her feet after setting down the bags. She took my leather cuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back before crossing her legs, and pointing at her dangling foot.

“Lick,” she commanded, and I obeyed. I bent over and slowly started licking her shoe. I had butterflies in my stomach I was so excited and scared of my vulnerable position. I continued to lick her shoe, and when she held it up, I even licked the sole, and sucked on the heel.

“Good girl,” she replied while switching legs. I repeated the process on her other shoe, savoring every moment.

“Good,” she said, “now take it off.” I looked at her puzzled for a moment, knowing I couldn’t use my hands, as they were bound behind me, a light bulb went off in my head, and I gripped the heel of her shoe with my teeth, gently tugging until it came off. She gave me a look that told me to continue, and I slowly eased my tongue to her foot. I was not prepared for the feelings that were welling up inside of me, as I relished the salty sweet taste. Licking her shoe had been quite an experience, but the taste of her bare skin against my tongue was intoxicating. The aroma her foot gave off was heavenly and I was afraid I would cum right there with no other stimulation. She switched feet again, and as I knelt there licking between her toes, dressed fully as a girl, I knew that I was fulfilling my pledge, for I truly belonged to this goddess with every fiber of my being, and I was loving it.

When she had enough of having her feet pampered, she pulled me up on the bed by my collar, and laid down. She pulled off her shirt and bra and pulled me to her breast. I didn’t have to be told, I gently started sucking on her nipple as she stuck her hand in her panties. I laid there sucking on her nipple while she brought herself to orgasm several times. Finally she pushed me off of her.

“That was amazing,” she said trying to catch her breath. She looked at me and saw the longing in my eyes.

“Aww, you want to cum too don’t you?” she teased.

I nodded vigorously, “Yes Mistress.”

She helped me get off the bed and made me kneel before undoing my wrists. Walking back around to stand in front of me, she extended her left foot towards me.

“Cum on it,” she commanded. I was shocked, but my hands still found their way under my skirt, and the next thing I knew I was stroking myself on my knees in front of the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. It didn’t take long before I was squirting my cum all over her foot. I was so embarrassed, but when I looked up at her, all I got in response was one work, “lick.”

I slowly lowered my head to her foot, but I was too embarrassed and too afraid of what it would taste like. Allie bent over and tried to push my head closer to her foot, but I resisted.

“Jessica, if you don't lick my foot clean right now, you will be sorry young lady.”

“I... I can't do it,” I sobbed.

“You can, and you will,” she said and pushed harder so that my face was less than an inch away from her cum covered foot. I knew she was disappointed in me, and it made me want to cry more, but I managed to take a deep breath and stick my tongue out. The sensation of licking cum off of her foot, was actually rather enjoyable, once I caved in and did it, and it didn’t taste as bad as I had imagined.

Once I had licked her foot clean, she once again bound my hands behind me, and picked up my wooden hairbrush off the dresser. Taking a seat on my bed, she motioned for me to come to her. I crawled over to her, and she bent me across her lap.

“You realize by not licking my foot the first time you have disappointed me. I expect my orders to be followed the first time. I will never give you an order that will harm you, but I will push you beyond your comfort zone from time to time. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress. I'm very sorry. Disappointing you hurts me more than any punishment you could give me, but I understand that I deserve what I'm about to receive.”

Allie stroked my head. “You're such a good girl, it really does pain me to punish you, and since this is the first time, I will be somewhat lenient on you. I'm going to give you 10 swats with this brush to start.” With that she let the brush fly, and the first stroke stung like mad, bringing tears to my eyes. This was a new sensation for me, I hadn’t had a spanking since I was 9, and when your mother spanks you its never like this. The feelings I had for Allie made the sting so much worse, and by the time she had delivered the final stroke, I was sobbing rather loudly. She gently pushed me to the floor, where I immediately got to my knees, and kissed both of her feet.

“Thank you for punishing me Mistress. I will strive to do better in the future.”

“I know you will, but your punishment isn’t over yet.” She led me over to the foot of the bed, and tied my ankles to one of the rails on the top bunk, leaving me with my back laying on the floor. She placed one of her shoes upside down on my face so that I could smell the remnants of sweat that lingered so wonderfully inside the worn leather. “There, that should hold you. You can stay here and think about why you were punished, while I go watch some TV. I will come and get you when its time to take me home.”

She left the room, and I lay there thinking about how I had disappointed her, and how I would do better in the future. I lay there for what seemed like days, though I know it was only an hour or 2. I was really starting to hurt, laying on your arms for a short time is bad enough, but hours was insane, and on top of that, the rope digging into my ankles combined with the blood draining from my elevated feet was equally unpleasant.

Allie finally returned and release me from my bonds, giving me a few minutes to get the blood flowing again. She grabbed the mystery bag and sat down in my computer chair pointing to the floor in front of her. Without hesitation I knelt in front of her, and kissed her feet. She had me put her shoes back on her, and then she opened the bag.

“I have a gift for you,” she said as she pulled the shoes and sock that she had worn the day I pledged myself to her out of the bag. “These are the first shoes of mine you ever kissed, and I thought you would enjoy having them to remember that special day by.”

“I would enjoy that very much Mistress Alisha.”

“Good. One rule though, you must kiss them every night before you go to bed, and every morning when you wake up as a reminder of your status.”

“I will cherish them always Mistress,” I replied through the tears that were filling my eyes. She handed them to me, and I kissed each one before kneeling and kissing the shoes on her feet. I put my gift in a special hiding spot and then I had to take her home.

I dropped her off at her house, and she kissed me goodnight before getting out of the car. I waited for her to go inside before driving home. Back at home, I quickly stripped down to my panties, and put my wrist cuffs on. I pulled out my mistress' shoes from their hiding spot and gave each one a meaningful kiss, and on a whim I decided to smell her socks. I quickly found that she had not washed them and they smelled wonderful. I put them away, climbed into bed, and drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued...

I awoke the next morning after having some of the wildest dreams.

I got up and knelt next to my bed. Then I bent down and kissed Allie's shoes before putting them away for the day. I fired up my computer and there was an email from Allie. She couldn’t hang out today because she had to go with her family to her grandmother's house, so I ended up spending the day just lounging in the outfit Allie had bought me and thinking about yesterday. The next day my mom came home and told me they got lucky and found us a house, so we spent the whole day packing. My girlie clothes went is a special box that was going in my car.

Over the next couple of weeks we continued to pack, and I managed to make time for a few dates with my beloved Allie, though none of them were quite like that first one. Finally moving day came and I was filled with excitement and emptiness. Orlando promised to be quite an adventure, but an adventure without my one and only love, is only half an adventure. My step-dad had shown up early that morning with the Uhaul and we got it loaded pretty quick. All of my electronics, and my girl stuff went in my car. As we were making our final checks, Allie pulled up with her parents. She got out of the car, ran over to me, and gave me the biggest hug. She led me over to my car, and kissed me.

“I'm gonna miss you so much Mistress,” I said.

“I'm gonna miss you too,” she replied. “Here, I got you something,” she placed a gift wrapped package in my hand. “Don't open it until you get to your new house, and make sure you're alone.”

“Aww, you didn’t have to get me anything Mistress.”

“Of course I didn’t have to, but I certainly wanted to,” she said as she leaned in and kissed me again.

I hid the package in my car before my parents saw it. “Thank you Mistress.”

“Devin we're leaving,” called my mom.

“Go ahead, I'll catch up with you.”

“You got your directions?”

“Yes, and I have my phone.”

“Alright, we'll see you at the house then.”

My mom got in her car, and I watched it and the Uhaul pull away.

“Alisha, its time for us to go too,” called Allie's mom as she climbed back into her car.

“Mom, can Devin drive me home?”

“I suppose, but to be too long, we've got dinner with your grandmother tonight.”

“Thanks, I wont be late.”

Allie's parents drove off and we were finally alone. I knelt down and kissed her feet.

“Thank you for the gifts Mistress.”

“You're very welcome. I wish I could go with you.”

“Me too,” I said kissing her feet again. “I'm going to miss you so much Mistress,” I whispered as tears began to fill my eyes.

“I'm going to miss you too Jessica, but I think you should get me home, and get on the road now.”

“Yeah you're probably right,” I sighed and opened the door for her. She got in the car, and I drove her home. She gave me a passionate kiss as we said our goodbyes, and she went inside.

I drove to the nearest gas station, parked in a secluded corner and cried. After a few minutes I got a hold of myself, and went inside for a soda. I got back in my car still feeling empty inside. I got on the interstate and headed for Orlando. As I drove past the exit for St. Augustine, I thought about how fun it would be to take Allie there some day. I could take her to my favorite little restaurant on St. George street and enjoy a day of shopping. I was starting to get hungry, so I stopped off in DeLand at the cleanest McDonald’s I’d ever seen. The crew wore spotless white dress shirts, and my food was actually fresh and still fast. Once finished I pointed the car once again for Orlando, and checked my directions. I left I-95 for I-4 and continued on to 192. The house was in a neighborhood just behind Medieval Times in Kissimmee. I was pleasantly surprised as I pulled up to find that the house was pink.

My parents had only arrived a few minutes before me, so after a quick stretch, I setup my computer and blasted my Disney World playlist while we unloaded the Uhaul. After everything was unloaded I headed into my room to start unpacking. I locked my door and sat down in my chair. Thinking about Allie brought tears to my eyes, and I sat there sobbing for a few minutes before I remembered the gift she gave me. I grabbed it and carefully opened it to reveal a box containing a locket, a note, and a Ziploc bag with a pair of her socks in it. I opened the note and began to read.

Jessica,

I'm going to miss you so much, I can't even put it into words. I hope you like the gifts. The locket was specially made just for you. The socks were kind of an afterthought. Most girls would have sprayed something with perfume, but I thought you would enjoy the smell of my dirty socks much more than perfume. You be a good girl while we're apart.

All of my love,
Mistress Alisha

I picked up the locket and looked it over. It was a silver heart with a J inscribed on the front. The back read “Property of Mistress Alisha,” and when I opened it up, there was a picture of her foot on one side, and her face on the other. I put it around my neck, opened the socks, and took a deep breath inhaling the intoxicating scent before beginning to sob again. After a few minutes, I managed to calm down enough to call Allie.

“Mistress?”

“Hey Jessica! How was your trip?”

“It was okay,” I sniffed into the phone.

“Have you been crying?”

“Yes Mistress. I miss you so much it hurts. I opened your gift. I love it. The locket is so beautiful, and you're right, I do prefer the smell of your feet to perfume.”

“I'm glad you like it. I miss you too. You have to come visit me the first chance you get.”

“You know I will Mistress.”

“Good. Now I'm sure you've got a lot of unpacking to do, so go and get to it missy, and call me tomorrow at our usual time.”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed.

“Bye,” she said as she hung up the phone.

I sat there feeling awful, and sniffed her socks again, before I managed to suck it up, and start unpacking. I managed to get quite a bit done before I got too tired. I found Allie's shoes and kissed them before climbing into bed for the night.

That night I had a dream that I was a slavegirl, living in Allie's castle, and some brigands busted into the castle and kidnapped me. They took me to a strange town, and sold me at an auction to a strange and cruel woman, who only used me for torture. It was an awful dream and I woke up in the middle of the night crying, expecting to find myself in the strange woman's dungeon, but of course, I was still in my own bed. Realizing I was safe, and not about to be tortured, I managed to roll over and get some sleep.

The next morning I felt a bit better, and was actually able to finish unpacking my stuff by lunch time. Not having anything better to do I went over to Downtown Disney and walked around the shops. The World of Disney shop has a room full of nothing but princess stuff. As I walked around in there I longed to relive my childhood as a little girl. I wanted to be a princess. I watched the little girls with their parents buying costumes of the various Disney princesses, and was so jealous I had to leave the room before I bought one even though they were all way too small for me. I walked around some more and found myself standing in front of a shelf full of dolls. One doll in particular stood out. It was an Ariel doll wearing a beautiful dress. I took it off the shelf and held it in my hands and I knew I had to have it, so I gathered up my courage and went over to the checkout counter.

“Hi!” said the all too perky cashier.

“Hi,” I replied putting the doll on the counter.

“Oh that’s pretty,” she said.

“Yeah, its for my girlfriend,” I lied handing over my debit card.

“Well she'll definitely like it. Here you go,” she said handing me back my debit card and the bag with my new treasure in it. “Have a magical day!”

“Uh, you too,” I replied and took off for my car. I was positive she knew I was buying it for myself. As I was leaving the parking lot, I noticed the Disney casting building was across the street, and I started to think maybe my lifelong dream of working for Disney would finally come true. When I got home I hid the doll with my other girlie stuff and started looking through my wardrobe. I discovered the nicest stuff I owned was all Jessica's, not that I had much in that department either. I dug out my hello kitty shirt from my first date with Allie and found a pair of black slacks to pair it with. I got dressed and looked in my mirror. I thought I looked okay, the only thing that said girly was the hello kitty patch on the otherwise plain black blouse. The only black shoes I had were the mary janes that Allie bought me, and I knew I couldn’t wear those, so I put my boy clothes back on and headed to payless.

In payless I ducked into the womens section, and found my size. They had one pair of black shoes that had a short chunky heel, and laced up. I tried them on and found them to be comfortable, and rather unisex looking, except for the heel. I bought them and took them home. Once home I tried on the whole outfit and put my hair up with a scrunchie, and thought I looked pretty androgynous. I took the outfit off and sat around playing video games in my panties the rest of the day before calling Allie, and then heading to bed.

The next morning I awoke somewhat sleepily and was happy to discover both of my parents were already gone. I took a quick shower and put on the outfit I picked out the night before, threw on my shoes, and grabbed a scrunchie on my way out to the car. I got in the car, put my hair up, and roared off towards Disney.

I pulled into the parking lot of Disney Casting, and almost ran over tire spikes heading for a parking spot, they really don’t like people going the wrong way apparently. I found a spot and felt a pang of fear and excitement as I headed up the ramp towards the two massive doors leading to the entryway to all things magical. Just beyond the doors was a rotunda and a hallway off to the left that was painted to look like an outdoor walkway in a castle, complete with a stone bridge that crossed overhead. There was a bit of a line to get to the reception desk for walk-ins. I stood in line wondering what the hiring process would be like, and imagined myself as a princess taking pictures with families, and the big smiles on everyone’s faces. Finally I got to the top.

“Hello! What can I help you with today?” asked the receptionist, with the same perkiness as the cashier from the day before.

“I'd like to apply for a job.”

“Certainly, here's an application, and a list of open positions. Just find a place to sit, and bring this back up here when you're finished.”

“Thank you,” I said taking the forms from her and heading to a table to fill out my application. There were videos playing all around the room describing what it was like to work at Walt Disney World. I began filling out my application, and a woman cam out of a door I hadn’t noticed before, and asked who had not seen the film yet. Several people, including myself, raised our hands, and were led into a little screening room where we were shown a film about what its like to work for Disney, and benefits and stuff. After the video we went back out where we were, and finished our applications. I took it up to the desk and was told someone would be with me soon, so I found a seat on one of the sofas, and watched the movies that were playing.

“Devin!” called a short somewhat plump woman bringing me out of my daze.

I got up and walked over to her. “Hi,” I said while shaking her extended hand.

“Hi, I’m Debbie,” she said leading me down a hall and to her office. She took a seat behind her desk, and offered me the seat on the other side. “So, why do you want to work for Disney?”

“I've wanted to work here since I was 6. I grew up in Florida, and visited here a lot when I was younger.”

“That’s cool, so what do you want to do here?”

“I'm not really sure. What've you got?”

“What do you want?”

“What've you got?” I asked again, trying not to sound annoyed at being asked the same question in response to my question.

“What do you want?” this woman was starting to sound like a broken record.

“Fine, how about food service?” I finally asked, fed up with her question.

“Excellent! How about the Flame Tree BBQ?”

“That has to be in Animal Kingdom, the only park I’ve never been to.”

“Yep! I think you'll like it there.”

“Alright, I’ll take it.”

“Excellent, welcome to the Disney family,” she said as she stood and shook my hand. She handed me a stack of papers and led me back out into the lobby to wait. Eventually someone else came and collected a group of us that were waiting to fill out our hire packets. We filled out a bunch of paperwork and were given the dates and times of our Traditions class, which is what Disney calls their day one orientation. Mine was set for Saturday. When I was through with my packet I turned it in, and was finally a member of the Disney family. I went back out to my car and sat down looking at the clock. Had I really been in there for five hours? Pulling the scrunchie out of my hair to fix my ponytail, I suddenly realized I had worn my pink one.

To Be Continued...

I managed to get home before my parents and get out of my girly clothes. Now I just had to figure out how I was going to get out of the house in those clothes on Saturday. Once I got my clothes put away, I called Allie.

“Mistress?”

“Hey Jessica, you sound happier.”

“I am Mistress. I just got a job at Disney World!” I squealed into the phone.

“Oh my god that’s so awesome!” she squealed back. “Where at?”

“Its some barbeque restaurant at Animal Kingdom.”

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten there.”

“I've never even been to that park, I guess I better go check it out as soon as I can get in for free since the park guests will undoubtedly expect me to know everything.”

“Yeah they will. Hey my mom's calling me, I gotta go.”

“Okay, I'll call you later Mistress.”

“Bye,” she said as she hung up.

My parents arrived a few minutes later, and I told them the news. They were happy both that I had found a job that I would enjoy, and that it would get me out of the house as I was not very outgoing. I spent the rest of the day playing video games and spent a little time researching Animal Kingdom. I made the usual call to Allie, and went to bed rather early. The next few days were more of the same. When Saturday rolled around I had figured out how I was going to get into my outfit without being noticed. I wore the pants and shoes with a T-shirt and carried my blouse in my backpack out to the car, and then put it on before heading out.

I arrived at Disney University about 15 minutes before class was supposed to start. The receptionist gave me directions to the classroom, and I got lost a couple of times before I found it. I grabbed my name tag from the table next to the door and took a seat. Two other guys sat down at my table and we talked for a few minutes. One of them had just been hired as a refrigeration specialist, and the other as a “camp counselor” at Disney's Wilderness Lodge. Neither one seemed to be too thrilled about being stuck in an eight hour class about the history of the Disney company. I actually found the class to be somewhat entertaining. We had lunch in the cafeteria by the main entrance. The food was alright, but nothing special. When we returned to the class after lunch, our coveted company IDs were on the table that previously held our name tags. The rest of the class went about the same as before, covering the history and traditions of the Disney company and how they relate to our roles at Walt Disney World. When that was over a representative from each park came in and took us in groups to go over our the next steps for us. I was the only one from Animal Kingdom, and my rep was a few minutes late. When she got there she basically told me how to get in the employee entrance for Animal Kingdom, and set me up with an orientation class they call DAKlimations for Thursday.

Since I had some time left before the parks closed I got on the cast member bust to the Magic Kingdom. It dropped me off at the entrance to a giant tunnel that runs beneath the park. Using directions I had been given by my park rep, I wandered through the tunnel system getting lost only once. I finally found the elevator I was looking for and took it to the top floor. When the doors opened I was standing in front of a reception desk like you would expect to find in a highrise office building. The receptionist told me to go back down one level and I would be behind the Plaza Ice Cream Parlor on Main Street. Sure enough, when the doors opened this time I found myself standing in a parking lot behind what I recognized as the green fence next to the ice cream parlor.

I stepped around the fence and on to Main Street for the first time as an official Disney cast member, and I was as excited to be here as I was the first time I came as a child. I ran off towards Space Mountain and there was practically no line, so I went in. That ride scared the crap out of me. I was terrified of the low support beams that looked like they were going to take my head off. When I was done there, I grabbed a map of each park from guest relations and headed back to Disney University to get my car.

When I got home it was time to call Allie, so I called her and told her about my day. I locked my door and stripped to my girlie underwear before pulling out the park maps and looking through them. It didn’t take me long to realize I had a lot of catching up to do, so I decided to call it a night. I kissed Allie's shoes and went to sleep. That night I had the most bizarre dream that I was Princess Jasmine and Allie was Snow White. We lived in a large castle and I was her slave. I think I was Jasmine only because the harem girl outfit looks like something a slave would wear. I remember kneeling at her feet and licking them while she laid back and read a book for a while before she pulled me up onto the bed and under her skirt where I used my tongue to bring her to orgasm over and over again. After she recovered she led me down to the castle dungeon and locked my wrists in metal shackles hanging by chains from the ceiling. She walked over to a wooden wheel and turned it causing the chains to pull me higher until I could just barely touch the ground. Walking back over to me she pulled out a dagger and with a rather wicked smile, cut the little bit of clothing I was wearing off of my body. I struggled to support some of my weight on my feet, but it was no use. I was just too high off the ground. While I struggled she walked over to a shelf and picked up a single tail whip. Seeing the cruel instrument of pain in the dim light of the dungeon caused me to get excited and also very scared at the same time. I knew the only pleasure I would get from this would be from pleasing my mistress. She walked up to me and kissed me while caressing my nipple with the butt of the whip's handle. Then she smiled this cruel smile as she disappeared behind me. It seemed like I waited an eternity as my anticipation grew so did my anxiety, and finally I felt it like a bolt of lightning as the tail of the whip cut through the flesh of my back, the sound filling my ears like thunder as I screamed in agony. As soon as I had started to recover it hit me again causing my knees to buckle and shifting what little weight I had been supporting on my feet to my wrists. My shackles digging into my flesh caused a trickle of blood to run down my arm. After a few more lashes of the whip, my cruel mistress kicked the release on the wooden wheel and I fell to the floor like a rag doll. My mistress shackled my hands behind my back, and dragged me by the hair to a small pit in the floor. She placed me inside, closed the grate over the top, and locked it leaving me there on my knees, unable to get up or lay down in the cramped pit I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I awoke in the same position, disturbed, but in my own room, and however much that dream had disturbed my state of mind, the sleep was actually refreshing, so I decided to head off on an adventure. I headed off for Disney's Animal Kingdom, the one Disney park I had never been to. I parked in the dinosaur lot and hopped a tram up to the entrance. I was surprised at the amount of security setup in front of the park, but since I didn’t have a bag, I was able to just slip past them through a special line. Once up to the turnstile I pulled out my company ID and they ran it through like a ticket. I was given the green light and with much joy wandered off into the wilderness that is animal kingdom.

Having studied the map all night the night before, I made an attempt at navigating the park without one. I found Dinosaur rather quickly and got in line. The queue was themed alright, kinda like a dinosaur museum. The ride itself was another story all together. It was more fun than I thought it would be, and to this day remains one of my favorite rides in that park. On my way to find the restaurant I would be working at I saw a rollercoaster with cars that spin as they go down the track. I took off to find the entrance and again was surprised at how short the lines were. The coaster was called the Primeval Whirl, and was even more fun than it looked from the ground.

I made my way back to the restaurant and was surprised to find that it was not only counter service, but that the seating was all outdoors. They were busy enough that I didn't want to bother them, and nothing else in the park piqued my interest, so I headed out and drove over to Epcot, still angry that they changed the name from E.P.C.O.T. Center which actually meant something, to Epcot, which is gibberish.

To Be Continued...