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The cold of the room shocking her still naked body, Danielle rushed to get dressed, warmth suddenly taking priority over her concerns about work. She dashed back to her bed and sifted through the pile of clean laundry that sat to the side, grasping at socks first, then a bra. As she finally grabbed a set of panties, Danielle stopped herself, suddenly contemplating the workplace again. She couldn't contain her grumble as she realized she'd need to strap herself away.

It was an incredible inconvenience, but one Danielle had found a necessity ever since the school yard bullies had seen her bulge. The thing made it impossible to go to the washroom without a bit more undressing then usual, but it let Danielle wear womens panties, instead of the boxers she'd wear for comfort. She found the straps were she had left them, discarded next to the door after her last adventure into the outside world. She sat back down on the bed and stared for a moment at the flaccid member between her legs.

She couldn't help but tsk at herself as she pulled the first strap too tight, the fabric digging into the flesh of her cock, the head flaring angrily for a moment just above before calming down. She then stood, grabbing at yet more straps from between her legs before lifting them up to her waist and pulling them tight, her cock **** out to its full thirteen and a half inch length and suddenly resting in the small of her back, egg sized balls pressed to either side and against her lips. Danielle took a moment to catch her breath before tying everything into place around her waist.

A groan escaped from her as she bent over to pick up her panties, her dick suddenly being pulled and pushed by her motions, but as she slipped the frilly black affair on she couldn't help but smile. The mirror that stood on the far side of the room showed her as little more then any other woman in bra and panties. She rapidly began throwing on layers, an undershirt, blouse, sweater, and ankle length skirt hopefully doing the job to make her look professional and competent.

Another glance at the clock showed she still had forty minutes, and warmed by her clothes, she greedily darted towards her computer, smiling as it beeped awake at her touch, the large CRT monitor flicking to life. Her password was typed in an uncatchable blur, though she had to wait a few minutes for the machine to load the OS. She fiddled with the mouse and tugged on her clothes as she waited, desperately making sure as little skin as possible was subject to the cold of the apartment.

Konqueror loaded no problem, and suddenly she was home, her fingers deftly dashing her to her first destination.