?Are you not coming with us???There are other things I must do first,? Morgana responded with a heaviness to her voice that hadn?t been there until t...e last few minutes. ?I will meet you at the evacuation point.??As you say, Lady,? the maid, Laylai nodded with tears in her eyes. ?I beg you, don?t throw your life away. Too many of the family are already gone, losing you would be more than those of us remaining could bear.??Call me Morgana,? giving the now spent energy weapon still slung over. “That’ll be close enough, I think,” she purred. I halted. “Now, the applicant - that’s you, dear - should get down on their knees. So down you go.” I hesitated a moment but she merely notched her head slightly to one side and raised a beautifully groomed eyebrow. I lowered myself to my knees. She leant forward slightly so that she was resting against the bar, the edge of which cut across her lower belly. She planted her feet shoulder width apart, the toes of her black high-heeled shoes pointing. I was late for the red-eye from Philly to SanFrancisco, and was dismayed to see a long line ofpeople waiting to go through the metal detector. Istamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with theothers until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision ofFar Eastern loveliness in a skirt shorter than HeatherLocklear’s on ‘Melrose Place’ had emptied her bag andall her pockets, and still kept setting off thedetector. The poor thing was turning a lovely pink fromembarrassment and. For two weeks sheranted and raved until one night I admited to her that the ideaof being feminized by her and forced to wear womans clothes,(Something I suggested several times but got no response.) Once I had confessed this to her she began to take controlover me by making me promise to do things when she had mecompletely bound down and helpless. Every day she would make me wear a different feminine item,one day a bra, the next a pair of panties, the next nylons, ect.Slowly she began to.