Honestly, I'm doing this for Philippe's own good."Meiko did not release me, but she seemed to relax just a bit. I looked over at the man and noticed t...at he was staring straight ahead, but attentive. "I don't see how it's for his own good," I replied.The woman laughed. "Well, my ex-husband forgot that he's merely my concubine now. I could treat him like Ruth did her man last night, but I do love this man. I just need him to understand that I can't have him believing he's not a concubine."As she. "Oh God, I drank the potion!" I said, with my eyes riveted to the bottom of the glass. I panicked, a million different horrible possibilities running through my mind. I sprinted to the kitchen, grabbed a spoon, and then ran to the bathroom. I spent the next several minutes trying to make myself throw up. I got nothing but teary eyes and a sore throat for my efforts. I concluded that I must have absorbed it into my body already, and there was no getting it back. I just had to hope it didn't turn. “Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty gluck, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you nervous?”Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of Here Comes The Bride told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle.. I am sure she hadfound costumes for other men in drag, but her smile told meshe could see right through me - that I was enjoying this."Well, what is your sissy's name?" You can call her Missy," said Mistress."All right, Missy, please come this way. I think I can findyou a sweet southern belle ensemble."We arrived in front of a rack of dresses that were allelaborate, full-skirted creations of femininity. Looking atme, the owner of the shop said, "Let me guess, a 16?"Mistress gave me a look that.