I won't tell anyone..."He hissed, "Shut up, bitch, or I put the gag back on."I felt a tug and then the tight bra flew open. The bastard whistled again... The asshole driving said, "Damn, what a sweet rack. And they'll look even better when the bitch is standing." I started to struggle again as panic surged in me. I opened my mouth to scream and then felt the blade against my check again. I froze, gasping for air. He ripped the bra out from under me."Open your mouth. NOW!" I did, filled with. I locked the car as soon as she closed the door behind her. She looked in through the window and I just smiled back. She read through the note which explained my plans. I read through what I had written earlier in my mind as my wife read it outside. My note told my wife that these cars may or may not be occupied, that there was a golf course overlooking the area and a heavy goods transit route passing through the coast road as well. The holdall contained a complete change of clothes including. Heels. A wig. Makeup. I cannot remember the lasttime I had been in pants or male underwear. I was dress up like someMarriott maid and I would work my ass off. It was really hard. If Ididn't get organized, I fell behind so fast.I began to get lose in the persona of Chelsea. Panties began not to feelerotic. They began to feel normal. I began to feel naked without makeup.They knew me at the hair salon. When you do something everyday, you growused to it. It begins to feel normal.In bed, Chelsea. The next morning I awoke early. I was perfectly calm as I took my morningshower, careful to cover my rolled head with a pink fluffy shower cap. Asthe water cascaded over me I took my Lady Gillette razor and made surethat my legs and underarms were femininely hairless and smooth. Mypreviously boyish beard, which I now thought of as unwanted facial hair,vanished with a few strokes of the razor. I splashed a lavender body washover my hairless body and luxuriated in the aroma which purified my.