"Yeah. I mean, we all know about his little 'fantasy.' (Eyeing the bathroomstall.) I bet you he may be in here right now."One of the girls then jumped...on the side of the stall, grabbing the top withher hands and peered in to see a helpless Mike cowering."AHA! I thought I smelled pervert. Girls, get him out of here."All of the sudden, too muscle bound girls popped out from the back. Theyproceeded to pick Mike up by his underarms and toss him out the door.Now he was feeling sick. He left for. She didn't want to make admissions or speak truths right now. The girl lifted her head. "No Mother, let me know. That's why you dressed me like you. I'm not getting out of this tonight am I?" No baby. I don't know how to turn you back." Now both women were gently weeping, oblivious that the other was crying as well. After a few minutes, Michelle held the girl away from her embrace so she could speak to William. "I need you to finish telling me everything. That's the only way we're going to. Many men’s sense of self-worth and virility was at least partially tied to the size of their genitals and their prowess at making love. I think men relish those primal urges to be dominant and able to spread their seed and to impregnate women.Although I didn’t mean it that way, my comments must have made him feel somewhat inadequate and less of a man. The fact that he didn’t object to me characterizing him in that more-docile role, confirmed to me that he might enjoy those demeaning and. "And shoes. And even ahandbag if you like." I don't know if you've noticed something," Dylan told him, pointing tohis shorn locks."They do these wonderful things called wigs, I believe," Ryan told himpatiently. "I'm not up on the scene, I admit, but they're quite good, soI'm told. I'll even buy you one of those if I can choose the colour."A slow realisation began to dawn on Dylan."You bastard," he said. "You've been planning this all along, haven'tyou?" A-ha!" Ryan grinned triumphantly. "There.