The two women had already prepped everything for the highlights and soquickly had his hair pulled aside and clipped in various spots tofacilitate the ...pplication of the dye. He started to get uneasy aboutthe whole process. The ladies wore gloves and there were brushes andfoil all going in and out of his hair, but he took a deep breath andreminded himself, much like with the nails a few days before, he neededto embrace his new life and this was now a part of it. Most important tohim was to. "Be still, Jane Marie," I demanded. I turned to Fancy and said, "Fancy, stand there (I pointed to a spot on the floor) with your hands behind your head and your legs spread."I turned back to Jane Marie and said, "It's no wonder you appeared so eager when Father handed me the rope that night. I see you enjoy its feel."Jane Marie was, in an instant, as red as the brightest flower and her expression was as wanton as her mother's the night she reappeared with my father from their sojourn in the. I looked in the mirror and realised how ridiculous I looked. From the ground up, I looked very feminine and like a slut, going up to my heavily made up face. But the lack of a wig combined with my short boyish hair cut left you in no doubt that I was a male. A simpering feminised sissy male. I knew I had to go downstairs and face the ridicule.I decided to play along as well as possible, to earn no further demerits and to get out of there as soon as possible and try and think of some way to get. But, alas, in light of all the political correctness in dealing with the questioning of prisoners, my serums proved to be to ?cruel and unusual? even for our government. So, here we are on my private island, far away from any government control, where I can experiment with my serums and indulge in my baser instincts at the same time. The best of both worlds for me, but for you, to bad, so sad?.?He laughes and twists my nipple clamps.?Not to worry, you are only the first of my test subjects,.