Die anderen Teile meines Ichs scheineneifersüchtig auf die Hände, die sich einfachso frei bewegen können. Zuerst findet der Mund sein Recht. Er beh...uptet gleich, erhätte den besten Teil erwischt. Das wollenaber die Hände nicht wahr haben. Undsie versuchen mit allen Mitteln die ihnenzu Gebote stehen den Mund aus zustechen.Dieser der ist so beschäftigt, dass er garnicht mehr hinhört. Eine eigenartigeUnruhe überfällt mich für einen Moment,ich kann alles gar nicht mehr so über-sehen. Jeder entdeckt. Itwas terrible, hot, perspiring in torrents, and wracked with pain by thedifficulty of working enswathed in the mass of garments. The chairoffered little relief. By the time I settled on it, and started to doze,the timer went off, and I was back to work. I wondered what she'd meantwhen she said about catheterizing me. I didn't understand it, but I wascertain it was nothing good. My waking moments were dominated by myplanning to escape. Until the morning, when I was at my worst, hotbeyond. Please don’t misunderstand I wasn’t gay I just wished I could have breasts and wear make-up and I wanted some sex other than by masturbation. I was in heaven, I’d grown my hair long, dark brown chestnut hair to my shoulders, clean & shiny, centre parted. I depilated all my body hair, applied a fake tan and had painted my toe nails. I was five six, five nine in my stilettos, nine stone and for the first time in my life I was going to be a woman, I applied a thin veneer of foundation,. Then she wiggled her hips and shook her shoulders at him.“Hey! This isn’t my promised ‘target’ game, is it?” he asked, noticing what she was doing.“Of course not! That’s next week!” Béla chided him. “This is just a warm up.”She pointed to the darts on the table. “Do me, baby!” she cooed at him.Jake picked up a dart and threw it at her. She sidestepped and he missed.“Hey!” Jake whined playfully, “No fair!”“Nobody said I would be an easy target,” laughed Béla.“You’re the easiest target I know!”.