And all over his body - starting with his tits, and tingling all the way down to his toes. He shoved his hand down his knickers.His middle finger ran ...long the length of his labia - just like he had done many times before with other girls.Only this time, it was deliciously different. This time, he was the girl, and he was feeling his own pussy lips.It was definitely, undoubtedly, thrillingly, a cunt. Between his legs. In a beautiful pair of tight white panties. And he was standing there, naked. MD: So what does define whether I’m cured or not?Dr K: Do you think you’re cured?MD: Um ... Wait. Are you saying I’ll be cured when I think I’m cured.I smiled at her but didn’t respond.MD: That’s stupid.I nodded.Dr K: I agree. Totally stupid.Dr K: I’ll tell you what. You go and spend the next few days with the Davidson family. Go to school with Liz and her friends. Watch TV, talk to your friends, listen to music, learn to play a new song, do whatever inspires you. And when you get a moment,. I had imagined a playroom with lounge chairs, maybe a decorative gaming table, and a bar but not a dimly lit room with a decidedly feminine decor. In one corner, standing on a pedestal and lit by an overhead light, was a four foot replica of Michelangelo's 'David'. In another corner on an identical pedestal was an equally large replica of Venus de Milo. The bedside tables held exotic candles, a magazine or two as well as several books. On the bed was a gorgeous lacy pink sheer negligee. . ”Beatrice choked again, this time laughing, and she forced herself up to her feet. After stumbling, she growled down at her feet, kicked off her stupid heels, and walked over to the huge throne. Jen followed, though she kept her heels on, and scooped up Triss’s. Strange for a witch to love heels, or be so comfortable in them, but that was Jen.“You were held in a fucking curse, Sándor. I can’t blame for you what happened to Julias.” She wanted to. Fuck, she wanted to blame him, blame Jack, blame.