Josh followed the Frenchmen around the airport until the Frenchmen went into the bathroom. Josh followed him in and watched, waiting for anything he c...uld use for cloning. After using the bathroom the Frenchman went to the sink washed his hands and then took out his brush to brush his hair. After he was finished brushing his hair he grabbed the hairs that came off on the brush and through them in the trash. As soon as the Frenchman was out of the bathroom Josh hurried over to the trash can and. Make sure that you wiggle that silly little bottom as you walk. Would you like me to have your bottom enlarged?" Oh yeth pleath Mithtress'" I gushed."The hormones you are taking and your lack of testosterone will probably fatten your bottom up nicely without surgical intervention."We drove for about half an hour to a large shopping mall where Mistress led me through the crowd of late afternoon shoppers. I received admiring glances from many of the men and even a few slaps and pinches when the. I patted myself dry andthen moved to my wardrobe to find a suitable outfit. I selected a cottonbra and panty set, a pair of black tights, a denim skirt that ended justabove my knees and a red scoop neck blouse. For footwear I selected apair of leather knee high boots with a 1 inch wedge heel, after all, Iwas probably going to be doing a lot of walking today, and did not wantto do it in 4 inch heels. As I dressed, I noticed that my hands seemedto know just what they were doing. There was no. “I’m a nice guy. I open doors for them, say nice things, am very respectful, and believe in women’s rights. And yet they walk all over me and sleep with men like you. What’s wrong with them?”“Men like…?” I trailed off, starting to understand where this douchebag was heading. “What’s wrong with them? Listen, chuckle-head. Women aren’t some dating sim that you can walk up to, press ‘A,’ and get them to bend over for you because you say something nice. They don’t have a point system that gets you.