” He paused and cleared his throat, squinting at her. “You are a clever performer, a realistic screamer with a sturdy body and unbelievable jugs. ...ilicone are they? I’d say those involved in production could get ten years for each film. And the fines, oh my, hundreds of thousands. It is a crime, you know? Very serious. They jail people who just look at it.” He chuckled. “And you have a forged driver’s license, don’t you? That’s also a crime I believe.” Vixen felt suddenly cold. She gnawed her. World-class violinist who gave up on a full-ridescholarship. Gold-star lesbian who's currently in a long-distancerelationship...am I close?" Frighteningly. How the hell do you know all that?" I dug in my pocketsand pulled out my snack, a pack of cheesey crackers. I didn't open them,though."Because I made you up. I created you as a character in my head." I see. And when did you create me, Mister..." I asked, hoping he'dvolunteer his name."Stills. Steve Stills." He did."Like the singer?" . This story features some elements offemale domination (femdom), cross-dressing (CD), bondage, trangender (TG),Body Modification and a few other fantasies of mine. I hope you find itentertaining, but if you might be offended, stop reading and do somethingelse. The author retains all rights to this story. You may re-post the storyunchanged, provided there is no intent to profit from this story (it is notnice to make money from someone else's work).Characters: Frank 1st person victim of Modern. ’ Karen slumped slightly and I knew she was in a suggestive mode. In the spare room hung a picture of some sailboats. We normally kept the spare room door closed. The picture was visible from the doorway if it was open.’ ‘Karen,’ I said, easily, ‘can you hear me?’ ‘Yes,’ she mumbled. ‘I want you to walk with me to the spare bedroom. You can walk. But you will not awaken. Do you understand?’ I asked. ‘I understand.’ ‘Come with me, then,’ I directed. We walked to the spare bedroom and I.