”She rose, swaying slightly.“Turn to the right,” she did and stood in front of a mirror. Dorsey came up from behind and held the stone in front ...f her eyes, “There we go, focus on the stone and let your mind sink further and further, deeper and deeper into the depths of the colors. Soon it will be too hard to even focus on the stone and when that happens, I want you to relax and look into your own eyes in the mirror. Getting deeper now ... harder to focus ... deeper ... there. Princess Lace I. Recently, I told Wendy I was bisexual. Just one afternoon while we were hanging out at Westgate Mall in the city of Brockton. And you know what? It wasn’t a big deal to her. She told me that she already knew, she was just waiting for me to tell her. Folks, I love this woman. She’s special to me. Wendy accepts me for who I am and she’s there for me. I used to think that no Haitian woman could ever accept a Haitian man who was gay or bisexual. Our community is deeply conservative. In Haiti, men. The day ended with them fucking in our bed.I slept in the guest room, even after he left around 1 am. The rest ofthe weekend I spent doing chores with Jamie, dressed like I used to,only with panties. Ron made it clear that I didn't have to be fullyfeminized unless he said so. I was a bit surprised on Sunday when wewent to bed. Jamie cuddled up to me and eventually we had sex. It wasgood for me, but I could tell it didn't quite have the same effect onher. Afterwards, she told me that Ron had. It felt good to know how much she liked me and looked up to me. I was her idol I guess. Somewhat later I remembered that I had a pack of cards in my backpack so I suggested to the others to play. It would take our minds off the fucked up situation we were in. As I was going towards my backpack something on the floor caught my eyes. It looked like some kind of metal ring embedded in the wooden floor. As I examined it I realized it was a handle so that meant that I was kneeling beside a trap.