Katherine Wattsherself took one or two deep and audible breaths before she released hisskirt and let it flounce into its shape around his legs."How ve...y feminine," said someone, he had no way of knowing who since hiseyes were so tearful. "I know someone who loves his mother-in-law'spanties," said someone else. "He's going to blow any minute by the look ofit," said Bet Carlyle. "Sit down at your desk, Mister Fleecely," said themanageress. "That's enough hi-jinks, all of you. I can see I'll have. Accompanied by an airline employee named Kiku to interpret, they insisted on thanking us. Sheila stood two steps back, on my left, with her purse clutched in both hands and eyes down. The two businessmen were too refined to stare, but their eyes kept flicking to Sheila. Things started the usual way. They insisted I take their First Class seats. It was possibly even a valid offer, which would allow both to step down gracefully. I declined of course. They politely inquired as to my name and. " Last question, sissy," the woman said. "Would you be willing to drinkthis water, knowing that it has been drugged? Knowing full well that onceyou pass out we will take you some place far away where you will betrained to be a perfect sissy, with no chance to ever back out?"This one was easy. I looked straight into the camera and revealed mydeepest desire. "I want to become a perfect sissy, and will do whateverit takes to make that come true. I am grateful to everyone who will helptrain me, so. I hope that doesn’t ruin anything.”She was about to say that she preferred older men when she finally set her gaze on him as he appeared before the window. He was tall, athletic and had salt and pepper hair that contrasted perfectly with his fair skin. He was gorgeous. He looked very much like the respectful dominant that starred in her most sinful fantasies. Just like he described, he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. He smiled and waved at her and she waved back in a daze.“You’re.