But the closer the date came, the more excited I got. It wasdangerous, I'd be risking changes, permanent changes. The idea ofpermanently locking mys...lf into a feminine body terrified me, but alsogot me hard as I thought about it more. Finally the day came. It wasa late appointment, after work, and I rushed home, skipping out earlyfrom work. Part of me gibbered in terror, telling me I could turnback, had to turn back, but it was no use. I'd already concluded thatif I was going, I should go. ?Sally was about to object but kept quiet and waited. Jenny was holding up several t-shirts and shorts but there was a small problem. All of the shorts and pants were too small for Sally to fit into. Jenny DID pick out several t-shirts for her. They were small but Sally would be able to get them on but they would be pretty tight. Jenny: ?I hadn’t planned on this. Your ass is way too fat for these clothes. We will have to go to the women’s section for the rest of your clothes. These shirts. As people in the streets laughed and jeered on seeing the captive slaves, Ayesha turned her head slightly revealing a broad smile, basking in their recognition of her power.The carriage pulled onto the coastal road, and after a short while swung into the drive of a huge white house with its own large section of private coastline. Slave had been here before and had relished those occasions when taken to the beach area, as he had been allowed to refresh, and bathe his superficial wounds in the. ‘She’s probably shooting the breeze with someone,’ Marcus thought, his anger still on the rise. He checked the door. It was open. He went in. The club was modern and clean. It had all the latest equipment in a setting that, he guessed, justified the high membership prices the club charged. He didn’t see any people, though. ‘Where the hell is Carol?’ Marcus wondered. He walked over to a door marked ‘Women’s Lockers’, but wasn’t sure whether or not he should go in. Carefully, he pushed the door.