I walk in the salon dressed casually, wearing a denim wrap skirt and a soft white ribbed knit top, light makeup and my lips are a soft brown and my ey...s match. My hair is the usual bob and my bangs look okay but need a trim. I am greeted by Marissa and she takes me over to the shampoo bowl and introduces me to BOB, the guy that is in beauty school and is working there part-time shampooing and in general learning what he can. He's not effeminate at all, just the opposite, but very polite. I did. "Interesting attire for a day at work" I chuckledShe smiled back at me."I was supposed to have a date after work this evening" said the Doctor “But they've let me down. So, I thought it would be a shame to let my effort go to waste”“Well they're definitely going to regret missing out on you” With that, Dr. Sheppard stepped to the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed me. Her lips were soft and gentle, with a faint taste of cherry, probably from their light coating of lipstick. I moved my hand. It did technically cover more skin than the far too small bikini, but it also made Abby look like a woman. "I think that suits you pretty well," said Mrs. Peterson. "But you need a razor to clean up a little bit."Abby looked at herself in the mirror and saw that some of her pubic hair was peeking out the edges of the suit near her crotch. Her face turned a deep red. "Nothing to be ashamed about, honey. You go into my bathroom, there's a razor and some shaving cream in there, just clean it up a. ... I've changed my mind. I'm not going to do it. I want to go.? Out of nowhere Peter backhanded her, half her face went all pins and needles,her jaw rocked and she was slammed up against the brick wall. ?You fucking cock tease!? Peter snarled. ?You took the fucking money, nowyou are going to walk away.? ?The money?? She remembered the money they'd shoved in her purse. ?No, that'snot it,? she burbled, ? you can have the money, I don't want it.? Peter backhanded her again. ?My money's not good.