While fairly conservative in style, the dress clung nicely and showed off my new 36C breast forms. Under the dress a silky black slip caressed my skin...and with my long red haired wig, I walked out of Kim’s as Samantha and feeling VERY sexy! The meeting was fun and afterward we went out to a TG friendly bar for a few drinks before all heading home again. I was flying high on a mega-dose of femininity (and a bit of alcohol) and dearly wanted to share this high with Kim. She had told me when I’d. Mrs. Roberts was standing at the head of the stairs. The woman had a smile on her face.She said nothing as I climbed the stairs, but she was standing in the doorway, preventing me from leaving the basement. I had to stop two steps from the top and look up at her. "Mrs. Roberts?" I said tentatively."Oh, you should call me Mom," the woman said. "Or maybe you could call me Beatrice." Your daughter doesn't call you Beatrice," I said. "I don't think I should call you a name that she does not. I could wash the flour down the sink, and then it would be gone.But he was so weak. He didn't know how he'd be able to get his shaky legs to walk that far, and then lift the bag and tote it to the sink. It seemed like a herculean task.Then he heard the women again, fighting over some donuts. They were cursing and shouting at each other, and their cries sounded like ravenous wolves or hyenas. This is madness, he thought. I can't let this go on, or they'll kill me. It's evil, what's happening out. With a smug expression she used the switch to point towards the throne room.The throne room had remained unchanged since 1531, the year King Vladik the Defender was killed, which meant that every item in there was at least 220 years old. The single exception was a large tapestry mounted behind the throne, portraying a crow sitting inside a cage with a white dove sitting on top. The gaudy colors of the new tapestry looked out of place among the drab medieval decor of the rest of the chamber. The.