They were the most permanent part ofmy getup, and stood out against my otherwise still masculineappearance. Anyone who took a look under my clothes mi...ht seeotherwise, but on the surface they were small pools of femininity whichstood out to anyone looking my way."I'm hungry," she spoke as a command rather than a comment, and wewalked over to the food court."Ok boyfriend, get us some lunch," she instructed me sternly."But they'll see my nails, can't you go do it?" I pleaded."Absolutely not, you. “Oh you don’t know how good it is to feel again.” releasing him Heather looked around her at all the doors. “So what do we do now?”“You need to focus on Janine, everything about her, her name, her appearance, her personality, everything.”“Ok.” Heather’s brow wrinkled as she mentally catalogued everything she knew of the woman who had consigned her to her death.For a moment all the doors seemed to be moving making Heather feel disorientated then suddenly there was a door in front of her with. As surprised as I was to see him kiss and grope his relatives and my favorite teacher, leaving them topless, I think I was more surprised to realize I wasn't repulsed, or feeling jealous, because of it. In fact, I found myself enjoying it. I think that surprised me most of all.After a while I even forgot about being topless. Except when I was being kissed and groped, that is. But I enjoyed it then. Still, when I started to feel worn out, I was reluctant to get out of the pool. I wasn't ready to. She didn´t even blink. Stood calmly in the middle of the room, with her hands down her sides, wearing only stockings and black boots. “This time will be a little harder for you, my bitch” the woman from earlier said from behind the black curtain. Amelie lowered her head. She could sense some-one behind her and she moaned softly when she felt something touching her neck. Not a human, not a hand. It took her a few seconds to realize that the person standing behind her, was putting some kind of.