Bold red lipstick, black eyeliner, and a little eye shadow painted her face. I caught a whiff of lovely light perfume. Her fair hair hung slightly wet...and untied with small beads of water dripping from the edges. The morning sunshine shone brightly on her hair; her face looked like an angel from above.“Regal” was the best word to describe her. She could not have looked more desirable. Her age looked to be around twenty or twenty-one years old. She was around five feet five inches tall – a. I quickly took the pillow case from one of the pillows and pushed it over her head securing it at the mouth with my belt. Being unable to\see appeared to send her into more of a panic and she kicked out even more. She caught a few blows to the face and chest but I finally got her legs secured to the posts. I was then able to stand and look at her. I could not see her face as yet as the pillow case covered it but I could see her body. Her uniform hem had ridden up to reveal shapely gorgeous legs. "Hi Simon," he said as he came up to the bed. "Marianne told me where to find you." Nice of you to come, Chris," Simon replied.There was an awkward silence. Finally, Chris grinned wryly."It's a little odd, this. I have to thank my fiancée's ex for saving her life, while he's still annoyed with me for stealing her."Simon laughed, he flat-out laughed, for the first time since the fire. "Oh, God," he gasped, "that's funny. Anyway, I forgave you ages back for Marianne, I think I realised that she. I think he might have been surprised.All the way home Francine wanted to know what I had done, but I wouldn'ttell her. I just said to wait until we were home. I made her sit down andgot her a drink and then began. "Darling, I asked the therapist to put me under and get me to tell himwhat I really wanted. He assured me that my sub-conscious would tell theabsolute truth, so this is it and I hope you like it. First, I want tobecome Joanne, all the time. But not just John in girl's clothes. I.