?Where?s your car sugar??Barbara told her, answering in a quiet voice.?Mine is there too, you must follow me back to my house and we?ll have anice cha....?Barbara didn?t have a chance to argue and she wasn?t quick enough tothink of an excuse but if the truth be known, she was really quiteexcited to be going back to Mary?s house.The first thing that Barbara saw when she went into Mary?s front room washer crop, she couldn?t take her eyes off it a nervous pulse twitchinginside her at the sight of. You wouldn't lasta week as a woman."I rolled my eyes. "Shit bitch, you wouldn't last a day as man. Someonewould kick your ass for acting like a arrogant douche."Polina's eye's narrowed as she glared at the two of us bickering. Shegrabbed both of our hands simultaneous. "I've heard this argument forthe last time. It is time to teach both of you a lesson."---I slowly opened my eyes wondering where I was and what had happened.Slowly the fog lifted as I looked around. I noticed I was at thestudio. Tia pulled my hair out of the pony-tail and brushed it so it flowed around my face. When they carried me to a mirror, I almost screamed. There was no indication that I was a boy. A second glance said I was for sale, or at least rent. And I wanted to get to know me better. Which hurt, in the strange underwear. Tia was wearing similar boots with a much lower heel, patterned stockings, and a tightly laced black leather mini-dress that showed her leather panties and garters if she moved too. I see the handcuffs she has bragged about snapped around her wrists. I let my hand drift out and I slide my fingers over the smooth material of her outfit. "Dressed up all slutty for your man aren't you?"Mandy lets out a small moan through her gag and bows her head letting her hair partially cover her face. I reach out and grab her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. "I expect and answer when I ask a questions slut! Even when you can't talk, you can move your head" I bark out the sentence.