Finally, I broke the spell. "So you want to learn about boys?"She glanced at me, shyly. "Um, yeah." Well one of the first things you need to know is t...at boys can't take being teased," I said. "They want to get into your pretty little pants, and don't want to wait. So if you don't want to let them, its not a good idea to invite them back to your house!"Leanne was blushing furiously. "I know, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was silly. Thank you for coming to my rescue yesterday!"She finally looked. It tugged relentlessly as she wound the strands of hairaround it, bringing it tight to my head. Mistress knew I likedthe feeling of the iron, so she twisted it slowly and forcefullyon each curl, dwelling on the process and solidifying thepowerlessness of my transition.As she finished with the curling iron, Mistress took a can ofhairspray and misted it all over my head, stiffening the hair anddefining the unmistakably feminine mass of curls. The spray waslike a magical mist, spreading its aroma. “You know you want to Jerry and I know I want to,” she purred as her hand began slowly sliding up and down my shaft. She reached down with her other hand and turned the door handle behind me, pushing me into the bedroom. Then she released me and stepped back, closing the door before she reached back to unzip her pale blue dress. I watched, mesmerized as she slid it down her sensuous young body. I gulped as she stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet – she was naked but for those damn heels.. Her eyes got bigger, and her mouth opened in a smile of anticipation. "Come here, Sweet Thing. My dream has come true!"He lay beside her. Her hand traced the scar tissue on his leg. "Does it still hurt?" she asked. "Only when something hits it." he answered. "Maybe this will make it feel better." she said. She leaned over and licked over the top of it, taking her time, to cover the whole area. "How was that?" she asked. He almost couldn't say anything. "GREAT!!!" he finally replied. " Let me.