He could not move, although he would move if someone told him to. He was open to suggestion. Anything anybody wanted him to do, he would. He knew he w...uld. But, nobody was giving him a command. At one point, he craved a command. He would do anything at all. He would suck his thumb if told, he would take off all his clothes, he would dance, sing, pray to someone if he was told by that person. He would do anything. He just wanted someone to tell him what to do. Someone to give him a command was. ..underdeveloped...." She whispered to herself as she looked down at her B cup breasts, sighing as she slipped the white tank top on tightly. She looked up again and saw her clean shaven pussy, " now thats something sis never got right....she can't shave for her life" She had a short giggle to herself as she pulled her black thong up and then her small skirt, walking to her vanity, stopping to grab a brush to comb her long auburn hair.~~~15 Minuets later~~~" Fanna!!" screamed a short, blond. Jill then added her earrings, chain, bracelet and watch, all in silver. Shetook two rings, one for each hand and put them on as well. She finished byputting on her perfume. She went back to the mirror, and said, "Well Ms.Fitzgerald, you look ravishing this evening. How many hearts are you going tobreak tonight?" Jill started to smile and to raise her glass of wined to thereflection, when she thought about what she had just said. She was reallythinking about herself as a "her". What trouble. Maura lost her misery and snorted.“Ow!” Emmy flinched as the second of Maura’s heels clubbed her in the shoulder. “Don’t kick me with your fucking cow feet.”“Hoofs are smaller than big feet. Bears have big feet.” Samira said. Her eyes scanned the woods. Her throat vibrated and fear started to rock her.“So does Nut!” Krysten giggled. “They’re like ping pong paddles. No, they’re thinner, like spatulas.”“With long creepy toes.” Emmy agreed. “Can I get some help? The ground is really cold.”It took.