She said she thought I seemed different,confident and happy, when before I had been kind of depressed andwithdrawn. Then she asked if I had thought a...out becoming a "real" girland I didn't understand, so she explained it to me. It was a lot to takein. She said either way, we needed to find a doctor to discuss it withand I was afraid she meant to analyze me or something. She smiled andsaid no, there were things we could do to help before, or even if Idecided not to get the surgery. . ‘So that’s where he hid it!’ She said. ‘Huh?’ I said, looking at her. I wasn’t a racist, but I’d never been into black chicks, until now. She was fucking gorgeous! She was light skinned with traditional racial attributes. Big tits that stood high and firm on her chest, a tiny waist and definitely a ghetto booty. Her face wasn’t traditional though. She didn’t have the big lips though they were definitely full, almost giving her a constant pouty look. She must have had a white father. But damn. Linda thenbrought more rope and tied a length through the metal ring fasteners ofmy ankle cuffs then tied them off through a heavy flip up "D" ring thatwas fixed to the flooring hidden under a patch of the pale pinkcarpeting. When she finished and stepped back, Madge gave another pulland my feet left the floor completely! As Linda brushed me I began toswing helplessly from my wrists. One more pull tightened the floor ropesand caused the pulley to creak in the ceiling. Tied tight, Madge. We zig-zagged our way to my room, introducing myself to each passerbyer, which wasn't even half the party. The other half was still outside enjoying the yummy food and chilled drinks. I got my plate of grub and sat by Jen who was talking with a couple of her girlfriends. "Yeah, so did you hear about Kev and Mel? She totally trampled on his heart," one of the girls said. "No, she's just a plain tramp," Jen said, " I can't believe she cheated on him. And with Eric. Of all people!" The girls all.