"You won't need the wig for long, I know that it isuncomfortable but when you see the benefit I am sure you'll agree it'snecessary." She then held up ... necklace of two hearts intertwined held on adelicate gold chain. "These are our hearts my love, we shall always betogether." With tears welling up in both our eyes she fastened the chainaround my neck, kissed me softly, and placed a red bindi in the middle ofmy forehead.Chapter Eight: The Makeover Days ContinuesWaking in the next day morning, I. "I have to be dreaming," Katrina's voice echoedfrom my lips.I stood a few moments still gazing at my image. My reflection was thatof my wife. The temptation was too much for my male mind. My hands beganto wander. First I touch my breasts delicately. I am surprised, by thesensitivity of the breasts to my touch. My hands pause, and thencontinue to caress lightly each breast. Next my right hand moves downpast my tummy, to my small waist. I hesitate for a moment, afraid ofwhat I may find. My hand. He’s not like you, you instinctively sense, just by the sound of his heavy footfalls on the floor approaching the booths, by the strong confident manner he opens the door next to you, by the urgent sound of his zipper before the door is even closed behind him, by the aggressiveness you sense just from his movements in the booth next to you, by the growls as his movie starts, by the determined need imparted as his feet firmly settle facing your common wall, and then there it is: your future,. She had been the one to corrupt her nephew, who up until then had been happy to try to look down her blouse or jerk off up in his bedroom while watching her sun herself in the yard.It was that very thing that that started all this, because if it wasn't for her going upstairs to get some sun-tan lotion she would never have seen her nephew peeking out the blinds looking out in the yard for her, his cock in his fist, slowly stroking himself while trying to see where his aunt was.Lance had turned.