She reached into the bag and pulled out the tissue paper that covered whatever was in the bag. Tossing it aside, she then started pulling her pink top up while fidgeting with her belt to strip so she could model the new outfit for us. I knew I was about to see her take her clothes off right in front of me, and while I could feel a stirring from my little soldier below, my conscience prevented it from getting very far.
I liked these girls - all of them. I didn't want to take advantage of their trust, so I had to tell them.
"Wait!" I yelled out.
All of the girls looked at me, while Bobbi turned red, and mouthed at me, "No!"
I was scared of what would happen when I told them, and I could feel my face getting warm from my nervousness. Apparently, I turned bright red, myself.
"There's something you should know. I don't know how to tell you this. Uh... Uh..." I stammered.
I shrugged, and took my top off. "I'm a boy."
To prove it, I took my falsies out of the bra and took the bra off, as well.
Everyone's jaw dropped, except Bobbi, who was hiding her face in her hands.
