The doctor followed me in, complaining all of the way about how this was his office, not mine. I shoved my gun in his belly and said, "I'm going to cl...an her wound. I'll pay you for what I use, but I will kill you if you try to touch her!"He backed off and sat down on a nearby chair. He pulled a whiskey bottle from a pocket and drank from it while I worked. Fortunately, I knew in general what to do, so I got Jane to lie down and let me apply the chloroform. As soon as she went out, I pulled off. .. it always cracked us up. After the gigglessubsided, we cleaned up and Cynthia said, "those blue tennis shoes youhave will look perfect with this outfit. And I'll loan you some cutesocks. If you're going to wear my dress, you're going to look good init." Back in our bedroom, Cynthia took a pair of white ankle socks withruffles out of her drawer. "These are kind of girly," I said, and ofcourse she replied, "Duh! you don't want to look like a boy when you'rewearing my dress! Now it's your. The woman moved behind Margie, and soon deft fingers were distributing the fluid evenly over her face, before latex hands rubbed gently, massaging the cream into her skin.Suddenly the whole thing stopped being obscene and became absurd. Margie found herself giggling helplessly. She didn’t think for a second that Richard had chosen this spa for her because of this but, goodness, what if he had?“Hold still!” Julie urged. Margie tried, but still broke out into intermittent giggles as Julie moved. "I opened my eyes and stared at the source of the familiar voice. She was blonde, about a meter and a half tall, estimated mass forty-five kilos, eye color: blue. She wasn't really my type—her breasts were huge on her short, petite frame. At the moment I didn't want to hurt the poor creature. Ashley? Her name was Ashley? My penis stood to attention and all but saluted. Funny, I used to be a furry fellow, but my skin was smooth and hairless at the moment. Ashley—it was coming back to me..