"Perfect!" Harley said, clapping her hands. "I just have to showyou!" She ran off, and came out with a full length mirror.Nightwing could feel his jaw...drop. Somehow, the machine he went throughmade him look so much like Harley, only... different. Where's Harley, inher outfit and cowl, looked just like a jester from the middle ages,Nightwing looked like a pale street punk. His hair was a multi coloredred and blue pulled into twin pigtails. His whole body was covered inwhite paint, including his. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on the movie with Ashley sitting so close to me, those incredible legs stretched out in front of me. On top of the visual stimulation, I could smell her bath soap and lotion from where I was sitting. Thankfully the movie was terrible, at least I thought so, I excused myself to go to bed after about twenty minutes.Before I knew it, the holidays were over and I was unpacking my belongings back into my crowded dorm room. There was an. This is one of the main reasonsthat I am in this position now, living the way that I do. I could neverhave been considered a real man. Feeling humiliated about it from myearly teen years cemented my submissive nature.I shower quickly and step out smelling lightly like lilac and plums fromthe body wash Mistress insists I use. I then go about my duties ofgetting ready for my Mistress and the day ahead. Apply the small amountof makeup, comb my hair fifty times and rub lotion all over my body. They still had some of the food the women had packed for them on this trip and Duncan had put a pan in his bedroll to boil coffee in. He dipped some of the cool clear water from the fast moving creek and placed it over the fire as they unpacked their chicken and biscuits.“Eli, I was thinking about you and Jefferson telling me about that eatin’ place there in Little Rock. Did you and him ever do any more about that?”“He told me he’d found a diner car that was in fair condition. Said it had been.