You think about calling for help, but decide maybe it’s best if you don’t since you haven’t the slightest idea how you ended up like this maybe ...t was best to stay silent until you know for sure you’re safe.Unable to move or even call out for help you try desperately to remember something, anything that could help shine some light on this situation… but, nothing, all you could remember is being cold and wet you couldn’t even remember your name. Your head is pointed towards the clear night sky,. This was followed by my shoes as I undid the straps and kicked them off and then I was naked except for a pair of light blue pants.I ran my finger along my slit through them and very deliberately slipped them down to reveal my shaven pussy for her eyes to feast on.Vasso turned and adjusted the dial in the shower and then turned back to me. "Come here Nikki." she said softly just as I took my first step across the bathroom towards her.I stepped into the tray, my skin a pale contrast to hers, and. The transformation to Slut took quite a bit of time and she should know that.Chris was carrying some bags that I took from her and set them on the counter. She smiled at me and said, “You look very pretty Slut, good job.” I helped her off with her coat and hung it up before serving her a glass of wine. She took it and told me, “Take my bags into the bedroom, but don’t look in them ... I have a surprise for you.”“Yes, Mistress,” I replied and started to obey when she added, “Stay in there until. But the family moved away and we lost contact. Ihadn't really thought about those dressing-up sessions for years,although as a young teenager I had tried on some of my mother's underwearwhen I was alone in the house. Women's underwear felt different. Thematerial was softer and smoother. The colours were prettier. Sometimesthere were bits of lace. In fact quite different from boys' underwear atthat time. And of course, it was FORBIDDEN. Boys didn't wear prettyknickers.My cousin was now a.