Then she realized I had done the same, not to mention I wasn’t exactly dressed for tromping through the woods. She looked around before focusing on ...e again. “Who are you?” she asked. She had an English accent.If we were somewhere in the past, then I couldn’t do anything to affect history. “My name isn’t important.”She looked me over. “Whether your name is important or not, you’ll catch your death of cold dressed as such out here.”I had to agree. If I couldn’t quickly find my way back into the. What did you swear to me about your body?”“Whenever, wherever,” she said, dropping her head. “But Sir, please…”“Relax, slut,” he said. “I have no intention of jeopardizing your relationship with your daughter. You’re coming to my dorm. Tell her you have a business meeting.”She perked up. “Yes, Sir.”“And wear something sexy and slutty to turn the heads of all the college boys you’ll be passing along the way.”She perked up further. “Yes, Sir!” When Shaun arrived at his room, he had a message. Now go tosleep my darling; I'm sure you will see everything will be inperspective in the morning." So saying she gave Bobbie a goodnight kissand quietly exited the room, switching off the light as she did so. Inspite of all her fears and excitements, Bobbie promptly fell into a deepsleep.The following morning Bobbie awoke much refreshed. She was slightlyashamed of herself for having been so easily frightened, but, deep down,realised that she had been running a real risk of discovery by going. It sounds good." "OK," Sara said. "Now is as good a time as any to hear about how Valerie turned you into a sissy."I then began to tell of an even earlier experience of being manipulated into having my hair set, "During my senior year in high school, I was into music and had grown my hair fairly long as part of achieving the "image" of a musician. It was well past shoulder length." "I was never good in sports or anything because of my size and had decided to try music. By my senior year,.