" And I did not have avagina."That's alright," he said. "We have another big day tomorrow."I was not tired at all. I was excited. I spent a while ...akin downmy hair and brushing it. As I looked in the mirror I realised forthe first time that I was beautiful. Everybody at the party thoughtso, and it was not just talk. It was true. My blond hair, big blueeyes, strong features, athletic body. I made a much better womanthan a man.When I looked at my chin for blemishes I realised that I had. After what seemed like an eternity but must have been a few seconds he got back to me and said this was the last one and I could call it a day. Holly heard the same message and what could I say but “Yes, I will have a look at those designs”.So we get to Holly’s house, more of an apartment really, at around 4.45pm. She then opens the car door and walks towards her house. I just sit in the car and she looks back and asks me to come in. I can’t move. My arse has just been stapled to the seat. Here. Before she knew it Friday had arrived and Sophie was standing in her dressing room with Stella deciding what to wear for the evening. Stella had told her that she was going to get fucked in front of Adam so she needed to wear something easy to remove but not to look like she was trying to look attractive. The both agreed on a plain black cocktail dress which she could wear without underwear, a fact that wouldn’t be noticed by Adam.At 7PM that evening Sophie was finishing getting ready when she. But if these memoirs are going to be written, I decided they must be written honestly. I wouldn’t want to mislead you or anyone else. Before we go on, I’d like to try to explain the evolution of my personal philosophy. While we’re growing up we are taught that sexuality is something to be ignored, suppressed and controlled … if not, the ‘beast’ might take over our conscious beings somehow. We’re taught that only husbands and wives can indulge in sex … but somehow all the jokes portray marital.