They then took hold of the mask type head and face piece andbegan to fit it down over my own. They lined up my eyes with the eyeholes and began to pu... a little pressure on my face to get the new oneto fit. As they did this they also opened my mouth a little andstreched the face down under my chin and down my neck. As the skinsnapped into place I realized there was something built into the lipsthat held them open in a perfect "O" shape. They both fussed with thehair to straighten it up and. For a moment, Ray just stared at the mirror, then he noticed something odd. Something extremely odd. Ray blinked his eyes, but there was no mistaking it. The reflection that stared back at him from the mirror, was not his own. Not in the least. Instead of the 27 year old nondescript man that he expected to see, a woman was looking back at him. A pretty woman who seemed to be maybe 24 or 25, and with blonde hair tied up into a bun. She was even wearing completely different clothes than his,. "I was beginning to feel silly, but the way Tess was embracing it andprojecting my acceptance of the look worried me more. I admit the feelof the stockings was electric but I'd rather be rubbing them on her legsnot mine. But she was in go mode now and handed me the dress. I had toadmit it wasn't as bad as I expected. Not covered in lace or ruffles noroverly girly. It was a simple dress, short perhaps, but not low cut oranything. Simple collar, short sleeves with cuffs, buttons down thetight. " There are almost a hundred women working in this building. Every last one of them is nicer to me than you are. You treat me like shit, and then come demanding favours?" It's nothing personal." No? Well, maybe not. You treat all men the same, don't you? I know, I know. A man treated you badly, so all men are rapists. Well, I'm sorry, but you're wrong. I'm not a rapist. The sight of you doesn't fill me with the urge to rip off your clothes and have my wicked way with you. In fact, the sight of.