By the time Iactually left for my excursion, I could walk in heels decently. The 3inch heels were nothing to walk in. I then went and put on my wig,...fter brushing it out. I walked over to a full-length mirror to look atmyself. I started to cry! I was crying with joy because a woman waslooking back at me! Not the prettiest woman in the world, but a womannone the less. I cried for a few minutes and then washed my face again.I then applied some press-on nails on my fingers and filed them. I could feel my level of nervousness rise along with the rising of the elevator.When I got to my floor, I entered the office. There were very comfortable plush chairs all around. After signing in and hanging up my coat, I happened to notice another male patient sitting there reading a Playboy magazine. A quick glance up at the magazine rack on the wall made me think I was in a barber shop rather than a doctor’s office. I really didn’t think much of it as I knew the clientele was primarily. Here I thought that you were just a tease or a hypocrite. As it happens, I'm looking for two slave girls. By that, I mean willing sex slaves, not women I've raped and abducted. I might borrow another man's slut now and then, but I want that to be an occasional thing. It would be nice to have someone to offer as repayment for a night or two. Someone willing to be a party favor."As it is, I can't go to some leather clubs, because I don't have a slave or two yet. They require masters and. After about half an hour it was “Jeannie” who joined me in the lounge and what a transformation. Sarah,s blonde beehive had been brushed out into Jeannies pony tail, her harem girl outfit very brief barely concealing those big titties and her hairy minge with cleverly placed sheer material and lace, her delicate feet encased in the long toed slippers, fake jewels in her hair and navel. She really did look like Jeannie though Sarah Wasn,t slim and petite like Ms. Eden as I love my women on the.