It eventually came to a stop.Is this where it happens?Is this the place at which my parents --- Asian traditionalists to thecore --- forsake me to the...evil clutches of some mad, corrupted doctor whowould, in accordance with a reverse of TG fiction tropes, pump me full oftestosterone to compel my manhood to prevail? Would there be a surgeon whowould give me pec implants (not breast implants but pec implants) largeenough to rival Arnold's? An evil nurse to stretch my cock with weights sothat it. Krissy shook her head in disbelief.“Mr. Calvin, is there any way you can make this go away?”Sam pursed his lips.“I can try talking to the store manager, Krissy, but if they want to press charges, there’s nothing I can do about it.”“Anything, Mr. Calvin. Please!”“Wait here, Krissy. I’ll see what I can do.”Sam left the room and walked out of the back offices and across the mall to the jewelry store. He asked to speak with the manager and explained to him the situation.“Look,” said Sam, “she’s. "Justwait." We do need to talk about that, sweetie," Bella said. "I was thinking ofkeeping it simple. Dana? Do you feel like a Dana?" Um, sure." Might I make a suggestion, ma'am," Henry the salesclerk said."Of course you may."The women turned to him."Do you want the best in sissy-wear? The absolute best. We have a blackmaid's dress that is to die for. All the little girlie-boys love them.Might I fetch one for you?"Annie looked at Bella and grinned. "I think that sound perfect, Henry,"she. Marlene smiled, kissed Henry’s bicep and stood back, giving him room to perform his grisly task. ‘Good boy,’ she praised him. Henry stepped in front of the head. He said a silent prayer and suddenly was assaulted by that feeling of impending doom. Maybe he would be killed as cosmic retribution for sleeping with another man’s wife whilst said man was being murdered. He supposed that he had no real defense for his actions. He wondered at how he would be judged for having let it happen. While Mark.