A show where a man is forcibly dressed up as a woman. “Please meet Ken, he will be our unfortunate victim for today.” she said, as I was displayed...for all of them to see. “Now we have a choice of five different ways to dress up Ken, The first is a schoolgirl.” A schoolgirl? I thought, no. “The second a businesswoman, the third …a bridesmaid.” Me, wear a bridesmaid dress? I could never live it down. “Fourth, a sexy tart, and finally fifth, a milk maid. On your keypads, please vote now.” The. He greeted me more warmly than any of our previous encounters would have suggested. Cheryl maintained her cool shaking my hand. She gave it a slight squeeze telling me she was happy to see me. We sat out in his beautiful gardens and he spoke in English. ‘I observed you very closely these last days. You are a very unusual man. I see why your company values you as much as they do. I believe you will have a lucrative future with your company.’ ‘Thank you sir – I appreciate your comments.’ ‘To. “Anything?” I asked, with terrible thoughts boiling in my brain. “Anything.” She confirmed. “Okay. I can make the tape disappear,” I responded, then eyed Abbie up and down as she stood before me. “Stop me if I go too far.” I warned and gentley set my hands on her hips. She looked embarrassed and nervous, but just gave me a quick nod. I slid my fingers under the edges of both her pants and panties and slowly slid them down to her ankles. “Step out of them.” I instructed. She did so with slight. I nodded.“You have almost no hair on your legs. Waxing?”“Nope. It’s natural.”“What about other areas?”“Sorry?”“She is asking about under arms”, Gina interrupted, before Swati opened her mouth to explain. I saw Gina, shaking her head at Swati.“I don’t have much body hair. Just a little bit of hair at the tip of my pussy”, I said, as if it was absolutely normal to talk about pussy.I saw the look of shock in their eyes. They did not expect me to say anything about my pussy. Swati was eyeing.