Our plane to Europe was a private charter. I couldn't believe a plant could be that big! I'd never seen one even close to that size. This thing can fly?

I waited in line, and got on board. I talked to a couple of the other guys who were flying with us. They were all in the same program as I was. I didn't really see any girls, but I had heard about French women. I could bear a ten hour flight without a girl by my side, knowing what was in store for me once I got over there!

* * *

I found my way into my seat, put on the belt like the stewardess showed us, and started to read until we took off. I looked out the window as the plane got higher and higher in the air. It was so big that it didn't even really feel like we were moving. But everything on the ground kept getting smaller and smaller. I even got a glimpse of downtown Chicago before we reached all the clouds and my view became blocked. Soon we were up at 40,000 feet! Wow!

The stewardesses were all really cute. They had on these skirts which showed off their legs. They all had long hair and pretty faces, and they wore these funny caps. They also all had cute accents, which made them seem very sexy and exotic. I hoped that all of the girls in Europe were going to be like these ones. Plus, they were very friendly.

First, they handed us all packets of pink colored pills. They said that we needed to take them, in order to make sure that none of us caught any diseases in Europe. They would protect us. We were to take one pill per hour, until we landed. I took mine as instructed. I wasn't going to turn down a pretty lady like that!

Next, they handed out earphones, and told us that we should watch the video they were going to show us. It had something to do with our trip, and we needed to pay close attention. It would help us to gain an understanding of the people we were going to meet. They dimmed the lights, we put on the earphones, and the movie started.

It was about a European girl named Bridgette, and a typical day for her. From the moment the film started, I just gaped. In fact, when it finished, I noticed that I was still holding a peanut in my hand, that I had started to eat when the movie began. It was that good!

The movie showed Bridgette's typical day, waking up, making her bed, dressing, putting on her makeup, going in to work, eating, talking, taking a walk, smoking. It looked like almost *everyone* in France smoked. I never even tried one in my life, but after seeing the video, I found that I had an urge to try one myself. Once I got over there that is (no smoking allowed on the plane!).

Bridgette then came home from work, prettied herself up, and met some friends at a cafe for coffee, cigarettes, and to talk. They flirted with the boys, and she ended up leaving with one named Pierre, her arm around him. They even had an x-rated part of the film (I guess they weren't so hung up on stuff like that in Europe!). As I watched, I wished I could be that guy. He was lucky to have woman like her.

Wow! I really wanted to meet a girl like that. After seeing the film, I somehow felt like I really knew her. I felt like I really understood her, and what she went through each day. And as I said, it was somehow the most riveting movie I had ever seen. It seemed like only seconds, but according to my watch, it had been over an hour.

* * *

Next, they came around with a meal. They explained that since we were going to Europe, we would be fed European style meals. They gave us a salad, bread, cheese, and a few slices of salami. That was it! But it all tasted really good, and I scarfed mine down. We got coffee too, and wine! I was too young to drink at home, but now we were in international airspace, so they served us all drinks. Woo!!!

I had at least three glasses of wine. It was bitter and funny tasting, but I guess that's how red wines are supposed to be. I drank it up, and my head was swimming.

I tried to read for a while, but I had to go to the bathroom. I waited in the long line, then went in. I was surprised. When I had flown to Florida that once, the bathroom had been this little tiny thing barely big enough for me to squeeze into. But on this plane, it was a lot bigger. After I had done my thing, I looked around a bit. The sink had a bunch of bottles of stuff, and there was this thing with drawers like a dresser. I opened one up, and peered inside. It was full of women's undies. Bras, panties, and stuff like that. It all looked so silky and soft. I just had to touch one.

As I held up the bra, I thought of Bridgette putting hers on in the morning in the movie. I touched my shirt, and found myself pulling it off. I just felt so naked not wearing a bra. Why hadn't I put one on that morning? It just wasn't right to go around without a brassiere. I quickly and expertly put on the one in my hand, then put my shirt back on.

And that got me to thinking: why didn't I put on panties that morning? Here I was, going to Europe, and I had stupid boxers on. What would they think of me? I quickly changed into the silky panties, and threw my boxers into the chute marked "dirty clothes".

Satisfied, and feeling much better, I returned to my seat.

Soon, they showed us another movie. This one was about a girl named Yvette, and her love life. It was just as interesting and as riveting as the first movie. We watched as she seduced this really handsome man, took him home, and made love to him. I felt so jealous. I wished I could be her, laying on my back, making love like that. I couldn't believe that I was getting to see something like this! I couldn't wait to tell my friends back home! They never showed naked men at home. As she smiled, I could almost feel the glow within her. I really felt an empathy for her, like someone I had known my whole life. I really connected with her. I hoped I could meet her in person to tell her how I felt like I was her sister, just after watching her movie!

After the film was done, the stewardesses again served us more wine. I started to read my book, but it was getting very boring. I asked one of the stewardesses if they had anything better. She brought me a fashion magazine, and a romance novel. I had two more glasses of wine as I read. This was much better. The magazine was really good, and the romance novel was far more interesting than the stupid sci-fi book I had been reading.

It was a long flight, and again I had to go to the bathroom. I waited in the long line. They never have enough women's rooms, do they? I chatted with the other girls as we inched our way forward. Finally, I got in. I went quickly, and noticed that now a panel was open, revealing a rack of clothes on hangers. After I washed my hands, I eagerly chose a skirt (like the one Bridgette wore) and a blouse (like the one Yvette wore). I discarded my yucky old clothes into the chute, and eagerly donned the new ones. I had to quickly shave my legs (how could I have let them go so far?) with a razor they provided. I pulled on some pantyhose to hide the rest of the hair on my legs. I grabbed my purse, and went back to my seat. I knew there was a long line, and I felt sorry for the other girls, so I got out of there as quickly as I could.

When I got to my seat, I opened my purse, grabbed my compact, and fixed my makeup. The girl to my side was playing with her long hair. I wished that my hair was as long and silky as hers. She was lucky. Mine was only down to my shoulder, but hers was at least six inches longer. And she had much bigger boobs than I did. She was one very lucky girl. All I could do was sigh.

* * *

The captain announced that we had about an hour and a half left until landing. Time had just flown by! We had seen three different movies, and I had read most of my book, as well as a couple of fashion magazines. I couldn't wait to go shopping in Paris, and get the latest fashions!

I decided that I had better make one last trip to the lady's room. I sat down to go. When I was done and wiped, I noticed red on the tissue. Uh oh, I was starting. Of all the times! I dug around in my purse to find a tampon, which I inserted. There, I was set now. But I had to replace my panties with a fresh pair, because of all the blood and gunk I got on them. Good thing they supplied new ones on this flight!

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I looked good. I brushed my long hair a little, and went back to my seat. I smiled at the girl sitting next to me. I guess I had been stupid to feel jealous of her. Now that I looked, her breasts weren't any bigger than mine. What had I been thinking? And my hair was within one inch of the length of her. It must have been the hormones from my period making me cranky and edgy. I almost felt like apologizing to her for thinking that way earlier.

I was interrupted by the stewardess.

"Honey, you need to get your seat belt on. We're about to land."

"I'm so sorry, I was too busy fiddling with my makeup..." I said.

"Don't worry, it's ok. Just buckle up, and prepare for landing."

I smiled as she walked away. A man would have been harsh with me, but women were so much more gentle. I was glad that I was a girl too, just like her.

* * *

Before you knew it, we landed. I was so excited. Here I was, just a young girl from Iowa, and I was in Paris! After we cleared customs, we got onto several busses. I rode in one with twenty of the other girls. We were all giggling, talking excitedly, and gawking at the scenery. Just like little girls on a field trip.

We arrived at a stately building, which looked to me like a palace or something.

"This is where you'll be staying" said Holly, our tour guide.

We drove up back, grabbed our suitcases, and walked in. We were led into a large room with lots of sofas and chairs. Everything was so fancy and ornate here! All the lace, the paintings, the crystal chandaliers....it sent chills up and down my spine. I felt so special, just being here.

A lady walked in, with such grace and elegance that we all knew by the way she carried herself, that she was someone very important.

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