"Um, I was planning on just changing tops, Tommy." Oh," I said as I slid my hands up to cup her bra-covered breasts. "Good, I don't want you to ever c...ange anything down there," I said as I moved my hands down to her hips.She playfully slapped at my hands. "You goof! Let go, I want to comb my hair," she said as she walked to her bathroom and flipped on the lights. "Dammit, I hate that hairspray!" What's the problem?" I walked up behind her."Look at my mirror. That new spray I tried just fogs it. And loved it.''Yeah, well, I suppose, but...' I mumbled still.'It's not like I haven't heard that guys have a wank, like, 5 times a day!' she exclaimed. 'Don't let me stop you.''Eh? You want me to keep going?' I asked.'I'd love to watch.' she grinned at me.'You would?''Hell yeah.''Well...' I said '... sure why not?' as I started to stroke my, again stiffening, cock. 'You wanna come in with me?''Yes I do' she said as she stepped out of her robe and let it drop to the floor.I ogled her youthful. Bailey looked into my eyes as I gazed back. "Do you think Tad could endup as a Tabatha?" She askedI wrapped my arms around her and gave her a long hard kiss "If we did itright she would look just like the girl next door."The End........CharactersMonique:Mistress Monique started her own BDSM business in New Your City. Shewas an immediate hit and specialized in forced feminization work. Rumorhas it that two state senators and a US congressman were on her clientlist. When her parents found out. ..The hand on my shoulder slowly creeps upward, toward my neck. His gaze still pins me down. I can't look away. Then I his hand tighten around my neck. My breath was hastened as is, now I become increasingly lightheaded. I try to clear my head and calm my breathing, but I feel like puddy in his hands.Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The word rings in my head time and time again. Yet I am incapable of resisting him it seems. Still I try. My pathetic and half-hearted attempt to resist ends.