Mujhe thodi ajib lagi par fir maine jyada kuch dhyan nahin di.karib 6 baje uncle mujhse pucheU-meri rani mera friend aaraha hai?tum taulyar rehnaM- aa... ne yahan kyu bulaya?use kya bologe ke main kaun hoon?U- maine use bola hai ki tum meri nayee biwi ho.aur hum dono main sab chalta hai.wo tumhe dekhega tou paagal ho jayegaM-tou thik hai main salwaar pehan leti hoon.U- salwaar kyun tum wo tight dress pehno jo aaj main laya hoon.M- lekin us main tou meri sari badan dikhengi.U- main chahta hoon ki. Max could not suppress his bedazzlement. The clinicians had outdone themselves. The black bodysuit started in a high collar with a single metal ring and covered every inch of her body below that. Her front form was just as ideal as the backside. He studied the subtle alterations to her face. They had done something with her cheekbones and chin, turning her pretty face into a beautiful one. Her hair had grown back considerably, and now brushed her shoulders, mostly straight but with a stylish. All I feel is too much to explain. I cant find the words to express it, not to you, not to even him. Its funny, as of late I feel like I have grown closer to him than to you. How this is possible I have yet to see. I pray nightly that I wont wake up from this dreamland. He means so much to me&hellip, It was the summer of 2008. I had just turned 16 in May and purchased my first car: a worn, but still beautiful, 1978 Camaro. My dad and I planned to restore it in the coming years, and the final. Nicola had worn nothing except her restraints since her arrival. "I wondered if I was to continue to remain naked or if, at some point in the future, I was to be introduced to clothing that would be considered appropriate for my role." Nicola spoke quietly continuing to look at the floor.I was pleased. She had spoken respectfully and her question showed that she was beginning to consider the impact of the decisions she made about appearance and behaviour on those around her. It was a statement.