A trim I thought... last night was crazy all right, the craziest night of my life easily...but this color? Well I would have bet the farm and all fut...re farms that me changing the color of my hair was just not ever going to happen, not never. Years of working outdoors had burnished my hair a golden blonde that I wore long. I'd never would have admitted it but I was pretty conceited about my hair. My virility was my hair. I was trapped and didn't even know it. Now it's gone, all gone and I. The list of differences was endless and applied tovirtually everything I tried.I tried out a number of different things each day. I tried mixing andmatching to see what I liked and what I didn?t. I assumed that Helenwould approve of any choice I made, seeing as she had left everythingfor me to try in the first instance.I had never worn a skirt before in my life, of course. Not even a kilt.The first time I put one on it seemed very strange indeed. I suspectthis was partly because, at my first. For both of us."Even with the monetary rewards awaiting her at the other end of this, Dominique was clearly having trouble coming to terms with it. No sane person would find her role easy, but she'd have to be crazy not to try, given what she'd been offered. I weighed far too little on her mind, weighed against what Alex could afford to give her, and her family who so desperately needed the money. She'd already done all that she felt ethically obligated to do for me. More than most would have. Blushing furiously, my mouth moved soundlessly for a moment before Icould find the words for which I was searching. "What did he mean ...and how am I supposed to wear those ... those things? I'm not -"The finger she put to her lips cut me off in mid-sentence. She looked atme steadily for a moment. When she spoke, her tone was businesslike."You will at all times address me as ma'am. My brother is sir. The samefor all the staff here. You will await instructions and not askquestions unless.