I hate this fucking school. I should just kill myself. Why do I have all this drama? I’m an artist, not an actor, Jim.I went back to my dorm room an... cut Art Orientation. I stripped, crawled in bed, and pulled the covers over my head, determined not to come out until they closed the dorms for the summer.Of course, I didn’t silence my cell phone and it started chiming once every ten minutes with messages until I finally gave in and got up to see who was texting me. I hoped it was Melody. I. How long would it take you to get me ready for bed?"She was wearing the same outfit as the day I was captured. I did a quickthink and decided that I might get away with 15 minutes and said so."Still that slow! We'll see! Sarah. Will you get my night things pleaseand we'll see just how well Frilly is getting on, shall we."Sarah walked to the door and left. Mother looked me straight in the eye."And how is your little thing getting on with all this lingerie andcorsetry being handled? I hear that. She removed about a third of my beard, followedby a mud pack and some lotion before another girl began my makeup. Forthe next three days I went to the salon to have my beard removed, andby the weekend I had virtually no hair on my face. One more sessionwould do it, and I made the appointment for Monday morning first thing.Becoming a full time woman was one of pain as well as delight, but Iwas focused on the task, and began to enjoy the way I looked and theway my skin felt.There were other. He was medium height with almost no facial hair. I can see inside of his shirt, clean on the chest as well. He just took his drink and said thanks. Actually I was the one who has to thank him more many more times than he did. The only silent fellow between these violents. I wanted to share some personal movements with him like why you are so and how you are so. “Mr. Fernandez is a master, behave as a true slave”, my man told me while giving the tray of drinks. Soon as I arrive at the spot.