. um ... Mr. Grayson."I took my clothes off. I now spent most of my time in my bedroom naked too. It felt right to be naked. It felt natural to be nak...d."You may call me, Master."Master? I guess it wasn't as formal as Mr. Grayson and it was more of a name than "sir"."Hello, Master." It sounded strange to my ears but there was a rightness too. It was hard to reconcile my feelings and thoughts."Go to the chair in the playroom." Yes, Master." The chair? I would suck his cock again if he wanted. I. Chris flitted from store to store, stocking up on essentials such astampons and some new make-up. These were easy purchases as Chris wasnot sure that his voice would "pass"; but as time passed and he feltmore and more secure he became braver and eventually walked into a fewof the more exclusive boutiques. In one, the rails of designer suitsbeckoned and Chris admired a black short skirt suit which he noticedwas in his size. The shop assistant was insistent that it was a"perfect for madam" and he. I awoke at about one to pee and realized my friends never came back so I though I'm awake now and went looking for them in the bar I left them in. Sure enough they were there acting really stupid and drunk as hell. I sat at the other end of the bar to just watch as it was funny . The funny part changed when they started getting mean to this gay couple just minding their own business. It got so bad that they were thrown out of the bar. As a good friend I went and apologize for their stupid. She was wearing a blue dress, with a loose-skirt style that went down to her knees. The bodice was covered in sequins and was held around her neck in a halter style, leaving her shoulders bare. Her hair hung loose and free as usual, and from her ears hung a pair of dangle earrings, two-inch long strings of diamonds with a sapphire at the bottom. She had on a touch of blue eyeshadow, and her lipstick was a subtle shade of pink. A pair of blue kitten heel sandals completed the ensemble.Matt’s jaw.