What was her name? Her brow furrowed with the effort to remember something so basic, yet so elusive.Finally, in her frustration, she blurted the quest...on out loud. "Dammit, what's my name?" Her voice rang harshly throughout the room.A deep, male voice answered. "Your name was Jonathan. Your name is now Angelina." There was a low, malicious chuckle.Angelina could not see who was speaking. She craned her head from side to side, trying to locate the speaker. But the door was closed and the tiny,. "Different, huh? Now just imagine that every day for your whole life. Imagine being used to it." Yea... I guess I might. Oh well." He got up, flushed the toilet, and dressed again. "I think I know what you're doing. The clothes... the bathroom... You need to make me feel like a woman, in addition to just looking and sounding like one. Right?" Exactly. I'm starting to feel a little more like a man, I think. I want to know what it's like before our time runs out. So, do you feel the part, or. “A small fortune!” he kept screaming. Between the slaves who escaped and those who were incidentally killed, I had cost him a small fortune. That’s all he cared about, and I never looked at him the same way again. Since then, I’ve trained to become strong enough to free the enslaved and the oppressed. I wanted the power to shape my destiny and give others the power to do the same. I joined the knighthood to change the system and lead others in the right direction. Now here I am, all these years. The dressing room had a make-up table, and plenty of hangers. As I undressed, I noticed that the clothes I would be wearing were very short and exposed lots of skin. The first outfit consisted of a short skirt split up the side to the hip and a halter-top that tied around the neck. There sure was not much to the clothes and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I could not believe how hot I looked and how transparent the cloth was. I could not find any panties that went with the.