.. Everything about me secretly reveals in my dreams.On the bed is laid beautiful sexy satin lingerie, blouse, petticoat with skirts, stockings and co...rt shoes."I'm sorry, but they're still from the last game."The Countess says."That's beautiful." I told her."You have it very beautiful here and I really like the clothes.I'd love to be a girl so much that I could dress up like that.I'd also like to wear pink dresses or a skirt with a blouse. "The Countess looks at me and smiles.Suddenly the. Later Usha called her friend and said we arrived.They had sent us a car and booked the room in the hotel which was close to the beach. We entered the room and rested for another five hours. We woke up and there was text from her friend to wear a saree. I got ready quickly and was waiting for Usha to come out of the bathroom.Finally, she came and she had worn a pink blouse and a pink petticoat. I was staring at her beauty with a glance through the entire body. Slowly I pulled her close to me. And that is where we would end up, Jane and I. My room – Jane would have said ‘rooms’ – was six storeys up, a big dark place with two tiny dormer windows from which you could see some tree tops if you jumped high enough. There was a big draughty fireplace with a little electric fire. A tiny cooking area, with a miniature oven with an electric ring on top, on which I could brew up strong black unsweetened espresso in the aluminum Moka pot. Hot as hell, Jane would say, black as night, and bitter. Although I found it hard to imagine what additional humiliationcould be wreaked upon me.Having finished clearing up all of the hair, I started to polish themany mirrors hung around the salon. As I vigorously rubbed away at theirshiny surfaces I couldn't avoid repeatedly seeing my smooth, shiny scalpreflected around me. "Hurry up sissy!" Aunty Jane's sharp command startled me from staringat my new image. I quickly returned to my task making sure that I left no smears on anyof the mirrors. As I.