As he has a brilliant mind, he is absent minded and so engrossed in what he's doing that he fails to notice the small pool of liquid that someone has ...pilled right in front of the cabinet.As he pulls on the door, he steps in the pool of chemicals and loses his balance. In his effort to keep his footing, he holds onto the door for support. His eyes widen as he feels the cabinet give way and as in slow motion, he watches the cabinet falling over him. The sound of breaking glass beakers fills his. She lit her cigarette, and stoodup tugging the black pantyhose back up her meaty thighs. Instinctively reachingup to help her, she slapped my hand away. ?Get dressed and get to class,? she barked, ?I've got a lot of work to do.? I crawled out from under Mrs. Cook's desk and began picking up my clothesfrom the floor. ?How's your Mother?? She asked. ?Fine Ma'am,? I said, pulling on my briefs. ?Tell her I said ?Hi'? she said. ?And thank her for the concert tickets. Tellher Mr. Cook and I would be. He interrupted. "Why would that make me mad?" he asked, kissing my lips lightly."Because, because, I'm not really a woman," I answered. He paused for a second, then continued dancing. "Donna is my wife. A few months ago I told her I liked to dress up and she appeared to be going along with it. She started dressing me and feminizing me. She told me that I would eventually be allowed to wear sexy lingerie if I followed her instructions. Tonight she dressed me to the nines and brought me here. She. She could overhear snippets of conversations. It was mostly business jargon that she had no idea about. She looked around the bedroom. Just like the suite, it was artfully decorated. There was a huge king bed with a couple of night stands. A glass desk and a chair. And there was a big screen TV. Mansi waited for a few minutes. Then sat down on the bed and turned the TV on, flipping through the channels. She felt considerably more self-assured now than she was the last time she was in this.