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“Okay, so there is no reason I have to dress up like a girl just because I am skinny now and I sucked that things dick.” You proclaim to the forest. Looking at the pile of things you decide that even if the sandals lace up all the way to the thighs and have the little straps on top that kinda make them look like fence net stockings or something, they aren't exactly girly and that seems like a good place to put the daggers, so you sit down on the edge of the rock and put them on. Looking at the tiny thong you can't help but admit you don't think you can make something as soft to hold your cock still and protect it so you might as well put it on. “Oh hell some guys wear thong underwear anyway.” Looking at the neatly rolled up bedroll you sit there trying to decide what you could make. “I don't have any thread or needles. Oh well might as well it isn't like I know anyone here anyway.” You say at last and step into the little tiny skirt dress. Pulling it up you see it is held up only by the tie around the neck, there are several places where you could adjust the length of various ties to fit to someone larger or smaller or to get the breasts covered just right, but it seems that he already did that for you as it fits perfectly. Looking down at yourself you can't help but think that if anyone sees you they will simply think you are a flat chested girl. “So weird. I wasn't ever this feminine was I?”

Dressed you clasp the daggers onto the tops of your sandals, pull on the backpack, shoulder the quiver, and finally pull the bow across your body. The bow is kind of snug but once you arrange everything it all fits into place quite nicely. “There, all ready for travel.” You take one last look around sure you have forgotten something, then make your way back to the stream. Taking a moment to fill the water skin you then look left and right. “Okay. Where is that note? Was it up stream or down stream?” You ask yourself.