“I can wear whatever I want, Damien. You’re just my stepfather so please don’t think that you have any say in what a nineteen-year-old female ca... wear.”I admit despite the lustful tension in the air, I wanted to push Damien’s buttons. Slowly, I undressed out of my low-cut top and leggings. Turning toward the mirror, I look at my body with pride as I watch Damien quietly shut my bedroom door and quickly lock it. My 38C breasts look wonderful in my matching laced set.“I don’t think you understand. They take meout to a car and put me in and drive me to Julie's shop where this wholething started.Once in the salon I'm put into a chair an apron is wrapped around me andmy hair is washed, cut a little then a cap is put on my head and strandsof hair are pulled though the cap and some type of paste is put on thestrands and left on my hair for a little while. Becky then takes my handand starts working on my nails first one hand then the other making mynails longer, then painting them pink and. "I knowthat Chris is all boy, mum, but I could let him borrow one of my skirtswhich will be comfortable and smart. It's only the three of us here." Hang on," I said, "I don't want to dress up as a girl." Oh go on," said my mum, "it will be a bit of a laugh between the threeof us and you will look smarter and comfortable." Well as long as no-one finds out," I said."Go and see what you have got," mum said to my sister Susan.Susan came downstairs with a couple of skirts but they were a bit tightto. I went on to read more and it was from a gentelmen who offered what he called corective therapy for young ladies.I felt really naughty for some reason and before i knew what i was doing i had replied to him saying i wanted to know more. I turned off my pc and went to make a cup of tea, Mum was in the kitchen and i could feel myself blushing thinking to myself, god how would she react if she knew what i had just done.I was still living at home with my parents even though i was twenty six and had.