‘Tis not the time for questions. There will be a later time and place.’ She stood quickly and gave me a reassuring smile. ‘ ‘Tis time, my lad....’ I nodded and stood. Pulling at the dress, I wished desperately that it would fit and finally settled for trying to push the wrinkles out of it. When I looked up at Maggie, I gave my best reassuring smile, and knew I failed. I was heading into the lion’s den. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cien Fraser was sitting in the Laird’s chair at the head of the. We got there her house was nice it look like a cabin but a little more fancy. The inside of her house was nice I was wearing a small red skirt and a matching red shirt. she said '' if i had an yoga pants and a lose shirt I said "no" i told her " if she had an extra clothing" she said "no" so i said "if i can get naked" she said "sure" I was undressing slowly she was seeing see look nervous my long blond hair was straight and i had blond pubes because i haven't shave in a while my ass was big. "I see you were sensible to be on time sissy," a stern voice greeted meas I walked through the door. "Yes Madame," I replied quickly."We have little time to waste today so strip completely sissy and getinto the styling chair."I undressed and lowered myself into the chair feeling the cold leather ofthe chair against my naked flesh. Even though I knew what was to follow Istill felt nervous. There was something deeply symbolic about having myhead shaved, almost as if with each stroke of the razor. I looked at the piece of paper Patrick had given me. The first linesaid, "Yesterday's Closet" and an address in the East Village. Patricksaid to ask for either Lawrence or Abbie and to put myself in theirhands. The subways were crowded that afternoon and I kept looking at thewomen. One caught my attention in particular. She was about 5' 6,"slender with a small bust and dark in an East-Indian fashion. She wore askirt that went mid-calf, and a loose blouse. The skirt was wrinkled ina manner that.