"The boss ain't happy with that blonde twist and if the boss ain't happy it means I ain't happy on account of I have to do nefarious shit like throw s...ft cunts like you off of roofs." I don't know what ter tell you," I replied. "Last I saw Titepartz was on the big screen at The Prestige on West Hollywood and-" "Throw this piece of shit off the roof," ordered the suit and then I was….. … "falling in love with you," I said. She had anger in her beautiful eyes but I thought I saw a glimpse of. . She was startled out of her plans by a hammering upon her door. “Prioress Gabrielle!” came the muffled voice of her supposed superior, Bishop Mathys, “Open this door! King Roland is here, and he demands to see you this instant!”Garbielle took a moment to compose herself, before returning her satchel to it’s hiding place and silently closing the armoire. Things were beginning to look grim, but perhaps there could be some other way out of this. She answered the door, a sweet smile prepared for. "Avaried and interesting session awaits. First to deportment."An exhausting reprise of 'stand, mince, curtsey, sit and repeat' ensuedfor the next hour. Particular attention to petticoat sitting afteryesterday's incident on the Proud Pouf. Today, however, Julia was requiredto utter phases in her very best sissy voice."Oooh, I just adore being a simpering sissy!" I love my jiggly titties, don't you?"And of course, the ever popular sissy song:"I feel pretty, oh so pretty; such a pretty face, such. “I didn’t want to touch his, exactly,” she said. “I just wanted to know what it would feel like to touch one.”“Oh.”She looked at me.“I thought about touching yours, actually.”What she had thought about touching reacted in my shorts. I was lying on my back and the front of my shorts was right there next to her. I saw her look at the bulge as it moved.“I don’t understand this,” she said.“What?”“You’re getting hard for me again. I like that. Why do I like that?”“I have no clue,” I said.“Show it to.