"So whatcha thinkin'?" Allison asked, popping the tab on her can of Diet Coke."Remember how you said you felt undesirable to men? You didn't like your...hair and all that?" Allison nodded. "Well I got to thinking... what would happen if I gave you a total makeover? Change everything from your hair down to your wardrobe. And since we're almost the same size, you could start out with my clothes until you were ready to buy your own. What do you think?"Allison thought about it a bit and then broke. I didn’t really know what to do. I…I was gonna just walk past him when he…he pushed me up against the wall and he…he kissed me on the lips. Oh fuck. Liam Roberts, who I fancied like fuck from school, he…he proper snogged me and he…his hand, it…his hand went between my legs. He gave me a good grope through my jeans as he kissed me. Oh fuck. He had my dick in his hand, proper squeezing my cock through my jeans he was.This wasn’t happening. No, it couldn’t be. My head was spinning. It’s like I was. Approaching, taking one step at a time as she was off balance, she kept her arms slightly out from her sides...brushing the painted walls with her fingertips. Her pace was slowed; each step taken gingerly since she obviously wasn't used to walking on such high heels, her eyes being tightly wrapped by the leather blindfold was only adding to her apprehension. The outfit I'd selected for her proved to be a solid choice, and I studied its fit as the light gradually revealed it from toe to head.. She was following her mother’s example, treating me like a living ATM.Just a cash machine, nothing less.If I was stronger, if I had a spine, this wouldn’t happen. If I was just a man, my wife wouldn’t cuckold me, and my children would respect me. But I wasn’t. I leaned against the kitchen, contemplating the bleak future before me. Working at my office job so my wife could waste my money with... I stood there, my thoughts sinking lower and lower, a bleak shadow pressing down on me and—My.