I ran my left fingers over her armpit and slowly clipped away the hair in her right armpit with the small scissor. Her armpits gave away a sweaty musk... smell that I loved. I bent forward and sniffed her armpits and kissed her there. They were clean now but felt rough and grizzly; there was still a dark patch around both the armpits. She now took up the empty katori and held it towards me and smiled. “Will you do it, or me?” She asked me. “What?” I could not understand. “Stupid fellow,” she. My sister hadlong ago planned this summer costume party, and when mom caught methis last time, she insisted that I attend the party, but dressed as agirl of course."This will give you a chance to do it right, and of course I'll helpyou, and maybe Mary will too."I wanted to dress as well as I could, but in public? That had meworried, but mom had made up her mind, and to her, it was a done deal,no matter what I thought."You have a week to pick out your clothes Jeffrey, and pick out a girlname for. In embarrassment she looked down to see if she were improperly dressed, yet despite the fact that the outfit she wore was strange to her, it was only slightly less modest than what she normally wore. But as she continued, people were now stopping to look as she passed by. Her momentary discomfort was quickly replaced, however, as she began to study their expressions and found only pleasure, admiration and acceptance on their faces. She realized it was her physical appearance they found so. The pictures on the walls were just inchoate shapes in the dim light. Dolly could make out the pink and blue frames, but the pictures themselves were in shadows. All in all, the playroom was just a nursery, it was just that the occupants were captives.A red, unblinking light winked over the door, a clear signal that the camera that unblinkingly observed the cot was operative. Every time that Dolly moved, it flickered to pink for a moment as it registered an event. Occasionally she moved only to.