The fresh smell of pine helped to clear my head. Here was my chance to do more than just kill one bastard, if I could figure out what to do."Donaya," ...e mumbled as he tried to fix his un-focused sight upon her. It was obvious that he had a concussion."She is no longer Donaya, warrior. She is bound to me and she is Reena, a slave to a human," I spat at him with glee. The torment in his face was delightful.As the gob of spit dripped down, my answer struck me like muted thunder. There was a bomb,. "You should step into a dress rather than pull it on like that," I wastold as Julia zipped it up and attached the cloth cap to my wig.I tied the apron around my waist but Julia retied it so that the bow wasprettier.She attached two bracelets to my wrists that looked a bit like shirtcollars."Let's touch up your makeup a bit," said Julia before painting my lipsand powdering my face."Let's give you some lashes so you will pass for a girl more easily."Seeing the sense in that I allowed her to glue. He didn't seem to mind and he encouraged me even to stay as I was, and do as I used to. We agreed to tell each other right away when we did something the other couldn't tolerate, but so far neither of us had made use of that. So it also didn't seem to bother him that I liked Martina and caressed her and held her hand while she spoke. Somehow everything was very natural, which I liked a lot.After coffee we walked some more through the city. I chose our way to lead us past some sex shops, which. I didnt. I cut about 3 off the bottom just now, and left the edge raw. By the shape of your nipples pressing against your blouse, I can see that youre not wearing a bra. Panties? No. Good. Lets go. We spent a couple of hours with Grace trying on all sorts of outfits before we found one really great one. It was a little black dress which clung to her curves beautifully. It left her back, shoulders, and arms bare, apart from a thin strap around the back of her neck. The front was split all the.