‘Once you step away from the mirror now, that’s it. You’re stuck with it.’ ‘Stuck with it?’ She turned back and looked at herself in the ...irror. For a moment she wondered: was this a mistake? Would she regret losing her old body, her old mousy and invisible self? She looked at her mane of sinfully rich, shiny black hair, her high erect breasts and long, devastating legs: real mantraps. She turned around and looked at the saucy thrust of that world-class ass. Would she miss being talked down to. I was operating on automatic pilot, riflingthrough the drawers of my closet looking for a pair of nylons to replacethe semen stained pair I was wearing when I heard the door to my cellrattle open and looked up to see the privacy curtain snatched open.Carmel stormed into my cell, her high-heels clattering on the cold tiledfloor, a look of intense consternation on her face."What the fuck have you done Michele?" she screamed into my face."That little dweeb Brendan is whining to Steve about how you. Lawyer: “Doctor Austin, could you please tell the court what your investigations have uncovered...”Dr Austin: “Certainly, I discovered the effluent from the aforementioned industrial site contained 50,000 organisms per litre of discharge, when the World Health Organisation rates the maximum safe level (for natural disposal) is two hundred and fifty organisms per litre.”Judge: “Excuse me, Dr. Austin, but what would I have if I got 50,000 orgasms?”Dr Austin: “Wobbly knees, your Honour!”After. Andrew’s cross, feet strapped wide apart, arms strapped wide apart, gagged, blindfolded, with my pussy and tits available for anyone who wanted to touch them. I was panting around the gag because I was anxious, eager, excited – and scared, having never had anything like this done to me before.Perhaps because I was blindfolded, I found my other senses grew sharper. A scent of perfume or aftershave told me someone was nearby. A touch on some part of my body, often an intimate touch, might be.