" Thank you, Mistress Blue," the sissy said sulkily.She was disproportionate. She was beyond.Her breasts were beyond measure. One of her arms tried to...support them, but they fell over. Q cups, or something. Spilling. And they were pierced, with chains leading to the sissy's earrings, for support. The ears were distended. Too large and almost gross, the gurl was corseted and wearing six inch heels, tottering. Stockings, make up, a wig that looked very strange - it was blue betty page style, but. She was on her own so I went over and asked if she minded if joined her. She smiled up at me and nodded. When I was settled, I noticed she seemed to be down in the dumps so I asked her what was wrong. She smiled at me again, this time with a sad look on her face. “Well Mike,” she said, “if you must know, I’ve realised I’m getting past it. While I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe how old I looked.”Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Should have gone to. I vote Democrat because I believe oil companies’ profits of 4% on a gallon of gas are obscene, but the government taxing the same gallon at 15%+ isn’t.#8. I vote Democrat because I believe the government will do a better job of spending the money I earn than I would.#7. I vote Democrat because Freedom of Speech is fine as long as nobody is offended by it.#6. I vote Democrat because I’m way too irresponsible to own a gun, and I know that my local police are all I need to protect me from. Especially for consorting with such wanton sluts as would be seen with you in the case of anything more blatant than a six-inch rule."Master Frank laughed softly and swept her into a huge hug and passionate kiss. He then looked at me and asked, "Young Master Ron, have you ever seen a more beautiful slave in all of your life than this one?"I had not survived to within a couple of months of my eighteenth birthday by being entirely brain dead. I said, "Oh, she is a very fine example of slave.