" I'm just trying to be one of the girls!"That night as I was getting undressed for bed, Jill handed me a silky,chemise nightgown."What's this for?" I...asked."I just thought you might want to stay in character. Tits go better withthis than they do with that ratty, old t-shirt."Thursday night after class Jill suggested that I stay in girl mode and wecould go shopping on Saturday. She said I should be getting my own brasand panties."Why can't I just wear yours? We only have a few more weeks of. Then I told her to walk to the bar and get me another beer, and pointed out to her that no matter what the men would do, she had to let them.She raised and didn't even try to pull down her dress which was around her hips.At that point I knew I had found a real slave girl who wanted to be humiliated in front of strangers.She walked to the bar and stepped between two ugly fat men. She leaned forward between them and asked for a beer.Of course their hands were on her ass in seconds. They squeezed. Men of means often fancied them, and as an aspiring model, she had done many things that were expected of her in the rarefied circles in which she needed to habituate for the advancement of her career. She chose a revealing Garavani dress, and laid it out before taking a shower. She felt very alone, and called Amani on the intercom, needing her more for company than assistance. The young girl quickly appeared, wearing the beautiful dress she had given her. Indri smiled, for she looked. Forgive me, but the sex will come after a few chapters , so bear with me. ***** Old wisdom says that you can never be a passive participant in your own marriage, but defiant being as I was, I was resolutely exactly that. It is with some regret though that I inform you now that I would have done well to have shown some modicum of participation, so that I could exercise what little control I could over the otherwise un-manageable situation. I would give the example of my wedding dress to make.