The Imp didn’t care about her rank, the color of her armor, or the design of her helmet. He didn’t care that she was female, what her species was,...or what Gods she prayed to. He cared only that she fought at his side.They continued on until the gate that blocked off the end of the tunnel came into view, but the Imp took a detour, leading her to a door on the left wall perhaps a hundred feet in front of it. He tried to open it, but it was locked, another door that he lacked a code for.He took a. Chris looked up at his mother whoby now was crying harder. "Mommy, does this mean that I get to wearpanties and girl's stuff like dresses, just like Wendy does?" "Until we can find a way to make you a boy again, I guess so," hismother replied. Chris just nodded. "Chris?" John waited until his son's attention was turned to him again."I want you to think carefully about what happened" "Okay." "Have you been taking any kind of pills? Say the ones in that pinkplastic container your mother keeps. "Think so, hunh?" she dared."Come on, Julia!" Eva helpfully called from the crowd. "Show her how todo it!" Yeah!" a few more of the lesbians yelled. "Strip contest!" Dance!" Take it off!"Smiling I stepped up onto the stage."One side, Tramp!" I said to the dancer. "Julia VanLow's gonna show youhow to do a real Lez Dance!"I started dancing in time to the music. The dancer tried to keep up withme, but she'd already been on for hours, and the effort had taken itstoll. Although she was probably. He had stuffed some of her usedpanties from the washing basket into her mouth and secured them with tape.He had used a tea towel to blindfold her. She reflected on her situation. The night has started off as a good one. Her husband, George, was in a goodmood and her daughter, Evie, had stayed in to have dinner with them for once.She had dressed to kill, she was determined to seduce her husband tonight.She had a sheer black blouse with her shortest skirt, a red leather mini. Shehad chosen.