My hair thickened and what was left of my penis shrank.To add to this my two lower ribs and stomach had had to be removed sothat my small restricted w...ist and torso dropped another 1".I was now comfortably 18" around the waist and could be corseted down aslow as 14" if I had been naughty at night or for fun. My corsets had tobe specially made to suit my exceptional figure. We purchased somevictorian style dresses for fun and played at being lady of the manor.I attended several fancy dress. If the pain it caused became too much to ignore, then it would get the attention it wanted. This added to Darme’s near total suffering, and he curled up into a little ball on the porch. Darme was a high school kid that had had some of the best grades in his classes, but not so much luck with the ladies. In fact, he had never had a true girlfriend before. He wasn’t a pizza-faced hubcap-glasses wearing nerd, but he was actually quite attractive to the opposite sex. His brown wavy hair and. Camelia brought a pan of chicken spaghetti over after the funeral. She sat on the sofa and cried - partly for my loss and partly for her own. Then, she went home to her empty house and I remained home alone in mine.For the months that followed, I threw myself into my work - often not arriving home until late at night. Before going to bed, I would have a single glass of wine while standing on the back deck looking up at the stars and licking the wounds of loneliness. More times than not, Camelia. She was convinced that Yale was where she was destined to go and she was going to win the Fields Medal. She was ambitious, and not interested in sex.But this bet had derailed her. That’s how she saw it. She wasn’t focusing anymore, she was wondering what ‘he’ would be like in bed, what that actor would be like fucking her, what (God help her) Mr Pierce would be like deeply buried inside her little cunt. She looked at this all and realised the solution: a weekend of rampant, uninhibited,.