" Please don't do this to me, I don't want to look like a girl, I want togo home!" Awe, listen to our little sissy thief, he want's to go home." Tears...olled down my cheeks as the women coiled my hair tightly with curlers!20 minutes later my head was placed up under a dryer and it was turnedon! Over the next 40 minutes my toenails and fingernails were filed andpainted in the Revlon Red nail polish I took from the Rite Aid store. Icould see the women talking and pointing at me while my nails and. I awoke, coughing, somewhat surprised that my heart still beat, although somewhat erratically. I was laying on something soft. A brief flash of a past life teased at the corners of my mind. Lazy Sunday mornings in bed, indolently reclining on a feather quilt and pillows…I sat up, or rather tried to as the realization that I was trapped sunk in, erasing the pleasant memory in an instant. A quick glance in the dim light revealed that I was spread out over sort of moss covered mound, my body bound. In the past I would only go up and down one street, but now I had loads of time and wandered into sidestreets and alleys, thus discovering that the red light district was divided into sections. At some point I had seen everything, I certainly had seen some beautiful ladies, also a couple that were unbearable too look at, I hadn't gone to the red light district with the intention to visit any prostitute but there was this one girl that attracted my attention very much.She was a gorgeous blond. By the time I could see the tops of her stockings I was fully hard and had to adjust myself to try and make it less obvious. She pulled the skirt right up to her waist and leaned against the writing desk. With her legs slightly opened I could clearly see the outline of her cunt.Now she said that I had to keep my side of the bargain. I lifted my kilt and was suitably embarrassed and apologetic about my hard on. Nikki smiled and said it was a normal reaction. Then she shocked me by reaching.