'm not sure why, but when it was just Allison and I, I don't remember dreaming at all. Maybe it had something to do with the parents coming home, or b...ing back in my bed. Whatever the reason, it seemed like as soon as I hit my pillow I found myself in the hallway outside, of all places, Shannon's room. I had been trying to think of how to talk to her but hadn't come to any real conclusions. I guess somewhere in my head a part of me thought I was ready. And who is your friend?"The man stood up from his chair and extended his hand, "I'm Hobart Jamesthe third, founder of Femmetown, at your service."He was an incredible specimen of maleness. He was six four, about 215pounds, and looked like he knew his way around a gym, without beingover-muscled. His eyes were clear, deep blue, and piercing. He appraisedme with those eyes, and I felt very strange for a moment, like he waspeering into my soul. He broke his gaze and I relaxed a bit.Edith arrived at. But they, too, came off.There was no hesitationwith my bra and panties, and they too were soon piled upon the chairwith the other artefacts of my former life.“You understand whatis going to happen?” my mistress asked, the words driftingeffortlessly from her mouth, yet their weight almost crushed me,forcing air out of my lungs, whistling out of my mouth in the form ofa sentence.“Yes,” I replied,as defiantly as I could, but the quivering tone in my voice gave meaway. I wasn't sure that I wanted. At that moment, topless, I sprinted to the door as I realized that the door bells I heard were real.I opened the door cursing myself and praying that she’d still be there. She was there, with a look on her eyes that confused me. Without pondering over it I let her in and lazily walked back to my bedroom to get a t-shirt. She followed me with hesitation as she knew that my room, my bed, my couch, my table, will bring back a great deal of memories. There was a bit of her in all those things. I.