His internal rationale is, he'll do it to please you. All the while, he will be sexually aroused at the thought of it. Check the lie detector. My husb...nd is not a full time cross-dresser. But he does crave humiliation at the hands of a dominant woman. What’s more humiliating for a man than to be made to dress the part of a slutty schoolgirl? And on that point you may ask, where do I get that stuff in his size? You can find it on line or go out shopping together. Several very memorable trips to. "If you could have some sort of body transplant, everything would be O.K." "Pure fantasy!" tapped Steve on his keyboard. "Why not? I had a womb and ovary transplant and I get sensation from my bitch nipples so the nerve connections are OK. It's not that big a step,surely?" Betty, Vicky and Steve all responded simultaneously as they tried to explain the difference between the simple surgery of Beverly's transplant compared with the complexities of a complete ' brain transplant'. . So yeah, that's it." I asked the waitress for another margie. Weight-loss be damned at this point. "And, so, Mark, you've done this before I take it?" He blushed. He actually blushed! "Yeah, I have a few different girls. I go about once a month or so. Look, I've talked to them. They can make an easy six to eight hundred a day." Well, shit, I thought. That got my attention. Mark kept talking. "I mean, you wouldn't quit your day job. You could work weeknights from like, six to ten. Get one client. Gibson sat on her desk thinking, hiking her skirt up high to expose most of her thighs. "OK, Jim," she finally said, "I'll give you that opportunity. In one week I'll give you boys an oral exam on Chapter Twelve, and for each answer that someone gets right, I'll take off an article of clothing. Kind of a Strip Math game." Yea, right," Jim said. Like you'd do that." Jim, I promise. I'll wear the same outfit that I'm wearing today. I'm wearing eight articles of clothing. I'll give each of you one.