“Well this is my little home. It’s one floor of course,” he tittered, leading me through the hall. “The front room is where I’m renting out ...pace. I spend most of my time out with friends and playing golf.” An obedient spotted dog sat near his feet as we spoke in his kitchen. “And this here’s Pep. He’s a friendly fellow, pure Dalmatian,” Ernie told me. “So what is it that you do Mrs Makepeace?” “Please call me Cyn everyone does.” I leaned down to pet Pep on the top of his head. He panted and. I had gotten to livemy fantasy out. My hand made its way back down to my pussy, and I startedlightly stroking the outer lips...I began to think to myself. My male body is gone. I am alone trapped inCassandra?s body, inside my old house, with nothing outside but whatseemed like a thick white fog of nothing. Fantasies manifest themselves.Generating their own personalities. We didn?t switch back, and I?m stillhere with no one else in the house.It began to occur to me, the fantasy that I had. * Running up the corridor, the clip board in her hand, Lisa scurried past the security men and waiting magazine reporters. She had lost the next person on her list, and she was frantically trying to find him. The afternoon was a revolving list of faces, all coming in to interview Mitch or Alicia, both in their respective rented for the afternoon Hotel suites, surrounded by Studio people, various hangers on and their own staff, one of which she was. It was her job to get the interviewers in and. No sense being exasperated to a telemarketer. At least, I was only a sex slave.“Oh, well, very good then,” He seemed very surprised, “We’ve reinstated your card. It should be activated within two to three business days.“Great,” I rolled my eyes, “Thank you, Jimmy.” And I hung up in his ear. It seems the only things I could buy were kitchen supplies and vibrators without getting a call. That made me feel like the strong independent woman my mother had raised. I slumped backwards in my chair,.