For you,lucky sisters, a Beauty Salon has become a home, a verification of yourinnate womanhood. Bless you. And Bless the women who accept you as one ...ftheir sisterhood as you sit under the dryer having your nails polished.For others of you, Forced Sissies of Fictionmania, that door into thatBeauty Salon signals a humiliation about to happen. Every smell and everysound coming from behind that door means something which will make youless of a man, if you ever were one, and more of a prissy. She thought of Kurt, Troy, and Suzie; how great it felt to be with them. She blushed as she thought of their sexual experiences. How could she live without those three? The emotional and, yes, physical intimacy they had shared. Then a picture of Meg flashed into her mind. The memory of her deformed body and the horror's that were done to her and Kurt's description of the Jeg's rape ceremony, she felt ill. A picture of Suzie or of her sharing a similar fate flashed into her minds eye. Fear was. I was feeling desperate to just keep moving my finger over my clit until I made myself climax, but I felt this was too quick. I wanted to make myself be patient and enjoy being stroked. As I fingered myself slowly, I imagined a man was standing in front of me and looking at me as I pleasured myself, before kneeling down before me and parting my legs wider to use his warm tongue on me. I imagined his tongue flicking over my clit from side to side and his finger held firmly inside me. I rubbed my. It made me feel ... cramped."I see you're awake my dear," said a voice from the darkness.A candle suddenly burst into life, all on it's own.The face of the demon was suddenly visible. Candlelight flickered over his face ... his perfect face.Perfect except for his eyes.Hunger and evil stared out from those twin crimson orbs. They still burned with a bright red light ... and they looked ... hungry.I quickly scooted back until I hit a rock wall; in the back of my mind I realized this must be a.