For someone with those eyes, I expected something strong –something dark, black, and bitter. But for whatever reason, it seemed he liked things swee.... How ironic. I watched him carefully from my seat in the back of the coffeehouse. It was 12:17, and I should have been making my way to a 12:30 class, but instead, I was hunkered down at a booth, pretending to read the newspaper. I peered over the edge at my target, and desperately tried to convince myself I wasn’t a stalker. I didn’t know he’d. Well the end result wasstunning, I couldn't believe I could look so much like a woman, notbeautiful but pretty. If my mother-in-law was still here I would haverisked letting her see me."We have just one more thing to do," said Felicity, "it is part of theDiamond offer." Although I could have stopped her, I froze as I couldn'tbelieve what was happening. I now had pierced ears. One more step on myunstoppable gallop towards feminisation.As I stood up to put on my jacket, I realised the salon was. Instead, you will entertain them, and please don't try and object as you have no say in the matter!" Turning to his men he said "Take her to the room and prepare her." My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what was happening, but I quickly understood that I was being blackmailed into performing to save Tim.On the white man's command they each took me by the arm, leading me deeper into the building before pushing me into a bright dressing room with a large mirror the length of one wall. Joe. 'Damn, that didn't work out as I'd hoped.I went back to browsing the ads. There were only a few new ads. One of them was from that older couple in the motel. I'm not sure I'm desperate enough for that yet. It's only 5pm.I got a reply from the spanking guy. He claims to be an ex-psychology professor. He went on and on about his theories of behavior modification through corporal punishment. He swears he isn't looking for sex.I figured I had nothing to lose and wrote him a long email, telling him.