They try me in all sorts of wigs of different colours, lengths and styles. They brush my hair and then style it with a parting one side, then the othe... side or down the centre, maybe add some hairspray or mousse.We are girls having fun and they are as excited doing it to me as I am having it done. This is so much sexier and better than my wildest dreams and most detailed fantasises of feminisation. They are so skilled in hair and makeup and together they are going to make me the hottest, most. ” Neither of us fought the idea. I went along because I was intrigued. You seemed more like you just wanted the surprise part to be over with and were resigned that this was the only way to do it. The gang led us into the building and almost immediately we were hit with the smell of incense and pot and Tommy’s fucking album of sitar music. I hated that fucking thing. What light made it past the blindfold was quickly extinguished as we went through another door. I could hear our footsteps echo. ” “So you think fucking you makes her feel like a craven slut like I do when Rich fucks me?” Emily asked him. “Emily!” It was Evan’s turn to scold. “Well, it does, Evan,” she replied belligerently. “I told you it makes me feel raw and sexual. You think she feels that way with you?” “I don’t know, darling. I suppose there is some sense of carnality in it.” “Oh, no you don’t, Professor,” Emily laughed, hitching herself up on one elbow to look down into his face. “I won’t let you hide behind your. "Sit down dammit! I will tell you when you can get up!" he scowled at me.I was stunned; he had never spoken to me in such a tone before. I sat there looking up at him."I'm so sorry David! You were never supposed to read any of that stuff. I was going to tell you one day about your father, I really was," I sobbed as I tried to explain."Never mind all of that. Like I could give two shits about some asshole I never met!" His voice sounded angry and yet focused and determined. He had something to.