The autumn twilight had now faded into darkness on the streets of London. “Piccadilly Circus!” hailed the conductor and Janet rose from her seat.S...epping from the red double-decker she instantly felt conscious of being a young female alone in Piccadilly; easily mistaken for a prostitute.Her dark hair contrasted against her white face; her slight frame in a brief evening dress. She so hoped he would be on time; it was their first date.But then he was by her side, “Take my arm and call me. They would be easy to snap off but theyadorned my ankles and looked so pretty. I could get used to wearingpretty things I thought to myself.I remembered then that I was the man of the house but that the women ofthe house had turned me into a cheerleader.How had I been so weak? How had I been so easy to feminise? Were womenthe stronger sex and men the weaker one? Was it a sign of strength orweakness that I had gone from being male to female?Was my dream real, then? How I was dressed was. In the studio Tracy moved me into the positions required and it was back to change into my next outfit, a seductive little black dress with splits up each side to my waist pulled together by small straps, I left my underwear off as with this dress it only gave me crease lines and didn’t want them to show up in the photographs. They then said they would put me in a seductive wrap similar to the roman period and Tracy came and helped wrap it discreetly around me suggesting I don’t put underwear. He locked his wallet away inthe safe; he wouldn't be needing that for a while before heading toOscar's bathroom where he showered and used the bottle of Nair to removeall his body hair. Once he'd washed off the foul stuff, together with hishair, Dan dried and then talced his body. Oscar had told him that itwould help him long term in wearing the suit, but given his experiencewearing the Kylie suit he knew that he was still going to get hot. Hefitted a wig cap over his hair, fully enclosing and.