Frankly, things were a lot tougher in the boys locker room -- being a cheerleader was the next thing to being queer, and Lou caught his share of shit....What made it worse was the fact that he WANTED to look... Lou didn't think that queer -- or gay, or whatever you called it when you weren't saying nasty things about it -- described him. There was more to it -- a LOT more. Stupid stuff, like the horrible things guys wore -- girls had a LOT better taste... Ed's comment that morning had pointed. "She made some noises, I pulled the ball gag so she could speak. "I can'twalk in these heels, get them off." Okay." I did take off her blindfold. But then we both looked at thenight table toppled over, and the keys somewhere below us. "Maybe notokay... umm..." A flash of inspiration, I grabbed the compressor andattached it to her breasts and filled them the whole way, leaving herwith beach ball sized tits, and then her ass, not quite as big, buthopefully they would help. "I'll bring you."She. Somehow this was more frightening than the odd noises Katrina had half heard in her sleep, and as the young girl stood in the thick gloom, staring over the railing at the floor below, a chill ran down her spine. Yet somehow, she felt compelled to descend into the deeper darkness. Somehow Katrina knew that she would never sleep well without knowing what had awakened her.Creeping down the stairs, the girl wrinkled her nose, the pungent odour rising again, this time thicker, heavier in the air.. My mobile phone was in my hand, where had that come from? Myfinger hovering over the button of the camera, I foolishly took thepicture, sending it to him almost before I realised it. The reply wasquick and made me jump, it said one word."Lipstick!"I gave a whimpered gasp, blushing, I had been in such a state, god whyhad I sent that picture? Though deep down I knew that I had to do what hesaid until I could find a way to escape his clutches, but I hadn'tremembered he had told me to put lipstick.