I,however, have little doubt as to who and what you are, let alone whatyou will become. The only question how far you will go and with whom -male or f...male."So, sweetie, during the next month you shall live completely as aswishing, milksop, pansy, prissy-sissy boy. I believe some refer to itas immersion therapy. And, you, my fair young sissy, shall be totallyimmersed! Beauty lessons, lots of girlie juice, the most fabby frillysissy boy outfits imaginable and even our own little corps de. "You might be able to," Scott said. "Until last week, I was the happy owner of a 2013 Grand Cherokee. That is until an eighteen-wheeler turned it into so much recycled scrap metal." Good grief," the salesman said. "Anybody injured?" Big rig driver died. Everybody else was okay."The car dealer made a sympathetic noise."As you might imagine, I'm getting tired of driving a rental." What trim package did your Grand Cherokee have?" Summit, 4x4," Scott said, "in 'Winter' something. Anyway, it had. It would be like Christmas every day. I never told anybody of my desire. I feared that they would think of me as being weird.A knock at the door caused me to drop the front of my dress. I straightened up and said, "Come in."A man of about 35 years of age, dressed in a black suit with a stiff white collar on his shirt, walked into the room and introduced himself as Dr. Rogers. He carried a little black bag like I had seen in all of the old movies. Removing something that looked like a small. Before Tammy knew it, she was washing the floor, dusting the furniture andvacuuming the rugs. He did the windows and even when he thought he hadsnapped out of his brainwashing, Tammy found herself cleaning the house somemore.When she was done, Sarah showed up in a high collar, sleeveless orientaldress with slits up the side that went with her gray hose and shoes. "Ithought we'd go out on the town and show everyone the new you, Tammy." Sarahsmile as she opened a package to reveal a beautiful.