"I find myself in a small, dark, windowless room. As my confusion clears, I discover I am strapped down to some sort of seat with my legs spread widel... apart. Beneath the many strong bands holding me against the molded frame, a rubbery grey suit stretches tightly over my body.Across from me sits a stunning woman; she wears a gleaming catsuit which, aside from the red collar, is as black as night. The glossy reflection of the dim ceiling light delineates her contours; I can even see her chest. She knew her Dad would have a fit once her Mother had told him what had happened. Probably kick her out of the house. Monique had nowhere to go but that didn’t matter right now. Nerves and adrenalin had kicked in and as her Mother lay on the floor gasping for breath Monique nudged her in the ribs with her bare foot. Not so much force as to hurt her, but with enough force to roll her onto her back so she could look up at her daughter smiling smugly at her. That other sensation just wouldn’t go. Hecould be arrested but that was undoubtedly better than this situation; buthe didn't want to think about what would happen if they had to subdue himduring an escape attempt. Especially with that bull queer Marco behindhim.One of the guards dropped his chin and glanced overtop of his sunglassesat Travis. The look in his eyes was incredulous, 'How could you let thishappen to you?' Those eyes asked. But what was Travis supposed to do?What other option did he have? The goon pushed his. He began to sit up, and that's when he felt the shift on his chest. He looked down to see the two mounds under his shirt. They had a point at the top of each one. He then felt the fabric rubbing up against them for the first time. It felt good, but Frank was too shocked to care. "What tha!!" he yelled in his very feminine voice. "Looks like were in the same boat, doll," Jim said with a smile. "I've decided it has got to be the candy." "This is crazy," he said, exploring his body with his.