"That's right, my naughty bitch," he said, his voice cold. "Get it all nice and clean for me. It didn't have to be like this, you know. You could have...been a good wife today and just used cleaning supplies like you always do. But you decided to be bad and neglectful, and bad, neglectful bitches don't deserve to clean up the normal way." He made her lick the entire floor, the bathtub, the base and basin of the sink, and even, to her horror, the toilet before finally, after what felt like an. Having watched themotions of the girls in his school, he found himself easily walking inwhat he thought were totally girlish mannerisms.He entered the living room, and sat on the couch, crossing his legs. Headmired his pantyhose-encased legs, with his toes peeking out throughthe front of the open-toed shoes. Donald began giggling to himself;he'd never felt so good about himself in his life. The boy was soentranced into his life as Donna that he was unaware of the noise of acar entering the. "How do you know?" asked Tasha. "I mean, Nick doesn't like boys, butyou're not Nick; you're his cousin Nicole at least for the next twoweeks...and maybe longer." "Come on, that's not funny," said Nicole. "Look, I'm just saying you can explore and try new things. I mean, boysare pretty nice," said Tasha. "It's not the same, I mean if the roles were reversed would you date agirl?" asked Nicole."Maybe," replied Tasha with a shrug."Well, I still want to date you," said Nicole. "Sorry, but I'm not. He began to admire her spirit, and to entertain a little more respect for her, and perhaps something more.His silence was beginning to unsettle her."It's OK," he reassured her. "I apologise. You are right; I have no business interfering in your life. It's just that..." he fumbled for the right words. "In the short time I've known you I've ... Well, I worry about you; I care and I'm afraid he'll do you more damage." Mike," she smiled then, and her eyes took on that beautiful look. "The only time.