" I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Caitlin whined. "I'm so scared, but I don't want to die." Timed to the word "die," she relaxed and dropped just as she uttere... the last word.Her weight suddenly jerked against McMasters' arm, her full weight slamming past. As hard as he was holding her, his forearm raked across her nose and face, but she didn't even feel the pain. Caitlin and Tate knew she would drop, and exactly when. "When" being the third time Caitlin stressed out the word die, but McMasters. "Do you want me to dress up for you, Do you want to dress me up, or would you prefer instructing my dressing, or what?" "I believe I have all weekend with you. So for now, I want you to do your very best to dress yourself up and look 'pretty' for me... Bitch!" If I am to be your slave, does that make you my Mistress?" Why yes," she said, giggling, "come to think of it. That sounds just about right... I am to be your Mistress!" If I am to dress for you, it will take me about an hour Mistress.". Five minutes later both boys were sat on the carpeted bedroom floor,while Chris using a vanity mirror began applying foundation, mascara,eye-liner and lip-gloss before styling his already long hair into a morefeminine style. Sitting in the skimpy underwear set, with his now smoothlegs against the stocking material, Kyle couldn't help but feel somestirring beneath the pink panties he wore."This is the strangest thing we have ever done," he stated."Yuh, I guess," Chris half answered, too busy. She discussed with her colleague and said okay. I asked if they both can accommodate one room as they both were females and for security reasons for which they agreed. I arranged a dedicated cab for them and gave the driver details. They took their luggage and left the hotel and myself too left the place.Later in the evening, I joined all the doctors for a gala dinner and was supervising all the arrangements made. She saw me, thanked me and said the room was good and spacious. I introduced my.