No slip. No stockings or tights. Bearing in mind, it was November, so quite cold. But, he was insistent and, being drawn to his precise manner, I went...along with his request.I arrived on time. Would I dare be late !!He led me into the kitchen. No polite greeting. Just taking my arm, firmly, led me through the door. Once in the kitchen, he positioned me in the middle of the room and took a couple of paces away from me. He told me to kick off my shoes. The stone floor was ever so cold on my feet.. There was no way that she could beat the triple, so we set to work figuring out what was remaining in the game. We finally decided that the extra chips in front of me were the value of my shirt, and since it wasn't fare to take any value from Samantha's panties, the extra would be added to the value of my briefs.That's when it hit me that Samantha was going to have to take off her shorts and shirt again. I adjusted myself without thinking about having an audience. That made Samantha giggle, but. She was typically nerdish. She had never been out on a date. Therefore it was easy to manipulate her to a secluded location from which he could work his magic. "Peter, why are here in the basement?" she said becoming afraid. " Your not going ... going to...?" Her fear built as she backed away. Peter could guess what was going on. She thought she was going to be raped. Not far off. "All I'm going to do is transform you to a new life." Then he used his mind control powers to rewrite her previous. "Girlfriend you need to relax," Brandi told me. "Your too stiff. I betyour hips and ankles are beginning to hurt aren't they?"Blushing, I answered, "Yes a bit. I'm not really used to high heels." Baby it ain't the heels, trust me it's those stiff hips and the way youwalk. Loosen up relax and just let it flow," encouraged Lisa. We'll haveyou prancing around like a proud Goth Sissy in no time." Hey Brandi, who's the white babe?" called a guy from one of the shopsas we passed. She ignored.