It makes me hot. I join her in the shower and we soap each other up, running the soapy washcloths all over each others bodies. I wash her breasts, bet...een her legs, and turning her around, I wash the crack of her ass, paying special attention to her asshole. I lean against her and whisper in her ear, Is your asshole clean? My man will want it to be clean. She laughs again. Yes. I cleaned it out before I went to the bar. Just in case. I am pleased, although again I wonder who exactly picked who. .." Shh. Kiss me."No need to tell me that twice. Meg has wonderful lips. I kissed her long and lingeringly, while she took my right hand and pressed it between her legs, under her dress. I discovered why she'd been so careful to keep adjusting her dress when she sat down.I tried to use this knowledge only for good."Mmm..." Meg murmured, and pressed her hips forward into my hand. She rubbed her cheek against mine as she leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. "You know," she whispered, "what. This costume is not for transformation: It is my prison, and my punishment. My mistress has spent the early parts of the evening playing with me, as hertoy. She had thrown doggie toys from her comfortable seat on the couch, andwatched in amusement as I scampered to retrieve them. When she tired ofwatching me simper and prance from room to room she tied my wrists and ankles,and bound my legs tightly together, and made me crawl painfully on my belly toretrieve each item, and bring it to her in my. "You know, 'come out','become Nikki'." I pause before asking my next question. "If I'd donethis when I was 12 or 13... Would you have accepted me?" Of course we would," mum says, making me sigh sadly."We'd have questioned whether or not it was what you truly wanted," dadexplains. "More so than now as now you've obviously had a lot of time tothink about it." The real question is," mum asks, turning her attention to Beverly, "whatdo we do now?" Nikki, when's your next counsellor's appointment?".