My pants loosened up because I hadn’t snapped them together in hopes of getting my pajamas on. I struggled, wiggled trying to break free but he was ...ay too strong. The more I struggled the more my pants fell. I could feel the top of my ass crack, not covered and he cracked me again. Tears fell from my eyes from losing all my shit, to the pain and from the frustration of him humiliating me. I was tiring in a matter of that few minutes. My pants fell and were around my knees. My beautiful ass. I had about decided to turn in the van, tell Martin to kiss my ass, and not even go home. The thought of home brought me back to Lois. I couldn’t leave her to pay for my problems. I was headed to the office to dump the van when it struck home to me. Life on the run would eat the money up. I would not enjoy living in cheap hotels so as to avoid the drug dealers. Since I was a movie writer I hatched a plot worthy of the Dream. It was all based on a few suppositions of human nature. The first. James threw on his coat and left the apartment. A few minutes later the door to Mark's apartment across the hall opened and Brad walked out."So you're positive this stuff will work?" Brad asked again."I guarantee it, my friend Bob Hooper used it and grew a whole head of hair," Mark replied.Brad was still a little skeptical of the hair creme's promises but figured anything was worth a shot.He wandered across the hall and entered James's apartment still reading the instructions on the. I told him to slow down, that there was no rush, but he just glared at me and told me to hurry up. I couldn' t understand why he was acting so hyper, but something inside said to keep quiet. Thinking back, I realize that was probably the first obvious evidence that the formula wasn' t as perfect as it was made out to be. I dressed myself the way you see me now, and yes, I was more than a bit embarrassed at feeling good about wearing women' s clothes, but the way they fit, and the feeling of.