"How does this machine work?"Tristan smiled, lent forward and patted an odd green console containing two simple round dials. "This is not just a machi...e, this is a Series II Land Rover. Her name is Dahlia, my trusty steed."Aesia regarded him for a moment and shook her head. "This is a rudimentary, noisy, and primitive machine how can it be a trusty steed?"Tristan laughed."Why do you laugh?"Tristan glanced at her. "So you know about laughter?"Aesia nodded. "Yes." She paused and took a breath. "I. Once I caught her admiring me as I took off my shirt to mow the grass but it was that night in the hallway when I knew I was winning.I was walking back to my room and Mom was carrying a basket full of freshly washed and dried clothes to put away. As we met it became apparent that we couldn't pass each other with her holding that large basket in that narrow hall at waist height. So she smiled, then hefted it over her head so I could get through. Even without the clothes basket two people made a. They always helped to make excuses for me about why, at times, I couldn't come out to play or go to a friend's house, to the movies orto a ball game. Aunt Carol created several basic hairstyles for me towear. They were modified girl styles, which fit me and looked quitenatural, and, other than having longer hair than most boys in my agegroup, nothing much was said. She cut and trimmed my hair at home. Thedown side, of course, was that a haircut meant I'd be going to bed incurlers and a hairnet. ? And then right as I was on the edge? everything stopped.? I slowly opened my eyes and I was all alone in my office with my skirt hiked up.? I looked around the room, and my eyes stopped as I noticed the handwritten message left on my desk.? ?You are Barbie.? You belong to me now.???The vibrator kept buzzing between my thighs.? The sensation against my sensitive clit made it harder to concentrate, but I couldn’t help but rock against it.? ?Good Barbie doll.? The feelings are getting so strong.