"But these are very special cigarettes sweetie. If you really do notwant to be a woman, the cigarette will know this and not transform youbut, if wha... I am saying about is true, then this will be your last smokeas a man," Carol explains but Mark is not convinced."Bullshit," he scoffs but Carol just laughs as she lights her owncigarette and blows out a lovely clould of thick smoke."Is it? Well, all you have to do is smoke the cigarette and you will staya man. What's the problem?" Carol then. After about five minutes I asked politely for permission to visit the ladies room. Mistress looked at me and with a polite smile said, “No, stay seated.” Of course I obeyed, but the need to pee was getting more intense. I wriggled around on the chair, trying to get comfortable, but I had no success. I had to pee and there was no escaping it. I knew that if I messed up my clothes any further, or left anything on the chair when we left, I would be in real trouble. Mistress isn’t mean or cruel,. "Fucking big sister," I said with a laugh.The Wonderland Hotel appeared to have been built in the sixties part of the renaissance of Harlem campaign. It was modern, but all flash no substance. As the area improved, the bars came off the two lower floor windows. The Wonderland was ten floors and had maybe a fifty foot frontage. Not a big hotel more a boutique hotel, a super bed and breakfast kind of place. There were alleys all the way around it.Cars were valet parked, if anyone was stupid. He pushed my hand away and said you're right, how about you getting up early tomorrow and we'll get started. I hugged him and said okay. After swimming, we dressed and went to the house for dinner. After eating and taking my bath, Mrs. Robinson said they didn't have another bed, do you mind sharing a bed with Tom. I said it'll be like we were younger, no problem. Tom and I climbed into bed, Mrs. Robinson kissed us good night and turned off the light. We lay talking for a while before knodding.