In fact, I hoped to hear her scream itin the throes of orgasm. But I went on, "Well, with a modest power likethat, Chris was clearly not going to make...a living with his psychicabilities, as I and some others have done. But he just couldn't acceptthat and go out and work for a living. He kept thinking his power was aticket to wealth and.. and the other things he wanted." Other thingz?" Yes. I mean, you described him as suffering from Gender Confusion. That'sputting it mildly. Chris wanted to be. That evening I chose a nice outfit to go out: a pink bra and matching pair of panties adorned with black lace and my sleek low cut black dress; I stood in front of the mirror. I lightly ran my fingers across my nipples feeling them harden. I imagined I would be acting very shy and blushing a lot tonight in this sexy looking outfit. But then I thought I would go there just to see and hear my favorite band…The bar had not changed as I could remember; it was still an old ruined brick building,. My hand travels down from her breast, finally arriving at the zipper to her skirt. Unzipping it with ease, I tug it down, bringing my lips down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her breasts.Her free hand cradles the back of my neck as my tongue circles her nipple, finally moving further down south. I get the skirt down to her ankles as I lift one foot at a time, slipping off her shoes along with the skirt. All that’s left is her thong and a pair of black stockings. I look back up at. Closer up I could see a transparent mesh covering the head like an elongated skullcap and a couple of wires leading down to a small box with a couple of small lamps and a selector switch.“Where’s the rest of it?” I asked, as the last time the device had taken up most of two laboratories and a huge amount of power.“This is it,” chuckled Artello. “Told you we could cut it down to size once we’d worked out the parameters.”“Wow, I never imagined it this cut down though,” I replied with a.