"I'm still amazed howquickly you have adapted to your new life."Jordan nodded."I do need a new hair style, I already made an appointment fortomorrow a...ternoon," she stated as she looked at herself in themirrored wall of the elevator."Do you think this is a permanent change?" he asked."Oh I sure hope so," she replied. "I like my life so much more now. Ican't imagine going back to living as a guy. It would be verydifficult to explain."They rode the elevator down to the lobby and were about to. The sturdy wooden bench was black in colour and fitted with an array of restraining rings. It was the size and shape of a large bed, and stood some three-feet off the floor. The rubber sleep-sack, which held Dr. Harper's frustrated patient, lay centre stage, and was secured to the bench by a dozen or more leather straps.The shiny black cocoon held its hapless captive in limbo, with only his hard-standing cock and hairless ball-sac exposed to the light. Two small straps, with electrical wires. She said to the otherwomen, "Let's start those drinks," and pulled one of the IV poles over."Here's your drink, Monique - some more alcohol, and some cocaine. Thecocaine is also an anesthetic, so you don't feel the burning inside verymuch." And with that she hooked the IV tube into the tube leading intomy butt, and started it dripping pretty fast - in a few seconds I couldfeel both the heat of the alcohol and the numbing from the cocaine."And now our drinks, my Moniques" she said, and two of. Long before 7 pm, he was showered, the food preparation mostly done, waiting at home in dark grey jeans and a light blue shirt, sleeves rolled up.Having taken hours to get herself ready, with shower and hair and makeup, and indecision over the dress and the medium black heels, and fretting that she was going too fast, Amanda spent some of her book sale bounty on a taxi and arrived just before 7 pm; getting out very carefully in case she accidentally flashed.The dress was a little risky to wear.