M. I got control of myself and began to look around at my surroundings. Whatif someone should park near me? I'm bound to my steering wheel, gagged, w...aringwomen's panties and my cock hanging out for all to see; what a sight I wouldbe. Just then a state trooper's car pulled into the lot and slowly cruisedby me. I put my head down as far as it would go and squeezed my eyes shut tight. "Pleasedon't stop here", I prayed. I waited for the tap of a flashlight on my windowbut it never came. I looked. When it came time to tally her allowance, I was surprised at how lucrative her life of sin had been. Eve began to call me her guardian angel, or her sweet little angel, or just angel. I have a soft, angelic face that she liked. She made a strange request to prove my love for her. She took me to the beauty salon where the dancers go to have their legs and pubic areas waxed. She told me that big, hairy men got her sexually excited and made her think sinful thoughts. She said that she wanted me to. Like... What were they thinking? When did the all thing started?Ok. Everyone would agree. It's common fantasy. You can even say it is a widespread fantasy. But.. Now, that she've noticed them being intimate with each other... Could she really feel herself not to be entitled? For Christ sake, she's not that different at all. She had also been troubled by some thoughts of letting herself to be less strict in regard of all this. But she simply couldn't imagine all the milestones. For a moment. After that they dressed us. Mistress Elizabeth let us wears bras for the very first time. They hurt a little but they would feel good once I was as large as she was. We wore white silk bras and white silk panties and then they put black dresses on us. When we were dressed they let us look in the mirror. We both began to cry. We were so beautiful. Our lives as males were nothing more then nebulous memories, or were they daydreams? We were such a sight to see. Our figures had finally evened out.