What am I supposed to do? Let's face it, you spend SO little time arousing me...Very well then, I admit it ... Yes, I would prefer to be taken over an... dominated sometimes. Treated like a woman!Again dear, you're sounding defensive. I'm well aware that you're neither physically imposing nor particularly strong. But is there something wrong with me if I expect you to act like a man? Even if it's only occasionally?Talking about acting? You're suggesting that I act as if I'm aroused? Well, if you. When we had first caught sight of each other, the sexual attraction between us was evident; our eyes had sparkled at the sight of each other. We had both matured some, and fortunately it had been a beneficial process for both of us. Brad was simply a handsome hunk and the compliment he’d payed me was saying I was far to yummy to be a mommy.He’d obviously meant it, because when we’d gone on our early evening tour of the town, he made no secret of the fact that merely walking arm in arm with me. Her hair this morning sporting no less than seventeen silver picks woven into an intricate interlocking series of loops which framed her features like an elaborate halo. He noted also, the ubiquitous tiara, The first princesses version of 'a master key' flattened, locked into and around the high collar back of her black dress. Delightfully baring her forehead for a change, with only a length of gold chain, woven into her hair to suspend a single placid tear shaped ruby in the center, matching. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a dress was draped over one of the tables. I stepped over to it and saw a note pinned to the bust.“For: Delyria”How simple. I grabbed the dress and found it was more than one garment, and some shoes. It took several minutes to figure out, my hands shaking with the chill and from the transformation and associated drugs, but soon enough I was dressed. A mirror was hiding behind the pod and I dragged it near some of the candles to get a look at myself.The.