My blonde hair was fashionably and expertly coifed atop my head. Ilooked at the Count in confusion. His face was stern, his eyes hypnotic.I was sudden...y terrified. I wanted to get up and leave, but my mind hadlost its will."You are a lovely young lady, Mr. Harker," said Renfield.I wanted to scream, to get away, but instead, my bare shoulders slowlyshimmied and my wine glass moved from my neck down to my small cleavage."What?" I thought. "I ... I can't have cleavage."The count reached out and. Duty first. We inspected all houses and saw a lot of things which would work for us, even if their modernistic style held not much appeal. It is very strange indeed how today's houses are formed around their so-called entertainment areas. Furniture is shaped and grouped to allow unhindered viewing of huge TV-screens, but this arrangement is quite unsuitable for relaxed interaction between members of a larger household. Minimalist kitchens with bar stools and counter instead of a decent table. ."I'm sorry if I sounded harsh the other night, but you have anexceptional talent on stage, a charisma that not many have. That's why Isuggested that you dress as a girl all of the time. You don't have to ofcourse, but given that you LIKE dressing as a girl and the demands thisrole is going to place on you, there isn't going to be very much middleground I'm afraid. As I see it, either you dress full time and learn howto be a perfectly lovely young lady, or you risk becoming a parody,which is. "Listen, you know better than to repeat any of that dinnertime conversation outside of this house, right?"He rolled his eyes and pulled away."Duh." Michael."He was on his way through the doorway and turned back."I'm not a baby, Mom. Stop treating me like one."I checked myself from telling him to stop acting like one and sighed, returning to my book.A half hour later, Jake came into the bedroom, fresh from the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. He grinned when he saw that I was wearing.