Sometimes. It’s just, I don’t want to go there…it’s not who I am anymore…’ ‘But…’ ‘Never again. If you loved me you’d understand... Leave it alone.’ James was hurt, far more than he allowed himself to show to Samantha or to anyone else in the outside world. He didn’t understand. Sex and touching and making love was supposed to be fun, a natural part of all relationships. Why would she open herself up to these assholes and then close herself off to the man who was committed to her? James fumed for. The need to dress was far too strong to stop, I had made promises to myself and failed them all eventually. The feeling of guilt often made me withdrawn, and the fear of discovery made me tense. The only time I really felt great was fantasizing about or being dressed. The excitement, adventure and release had me preoccupied most days of the week and I couldn't stop. Time went by and at the age of fourteen I began to experiment with some more of my mother's clothes, they all fitted well, her. What else did I have to do?I scanned it for viruses, and it came up negative, so I ran the program. It took an abominably long time to install, and then a small figure appeared on the screen and said, "Welcome to Master Command Center, your own personal command center. The Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you. You now possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master." Out loud. Like it was talking to me.Once again, this was just. She took my name and started tapping away on her keyboard, clicking the buttons loudly as I stood apprehensively waiting for her. My hand gripped the suitcase as my heart began pounding in my chest. She had no idea what I was holding, hidden inside the bag.Little did she know that in my hands was a collection of sexy lingerie, dresses, makeup items, and sex toys. Everything a sissy like me needed to transform herself into a sexy and naughty little slut.She looked up at me inquisitively, making.