She told him not to post it until she readit. He went right to work on it. He wrote-"My vanilla wife turned out not to be as vanilla as Ithought. She...feminized me and I am working as a bar girl servingdrinks to customers. She has me in ultra high heels and miniskirts. At first I hated it and it was very humiliating but now Idon't mind. People are treating me very nice and the outfit I haveto wear as a server is sort of slutty. It sure makes for big tips.My mistress has taken control of. “His presence in the circle is disharmonizing at best.” Rebecca turned her attention back to The Barber behind the altar stone where he was still held.“And what shall we do with him?” she asked as he was brought forward.“Geld him and send him ball-less into the night like Saturn sent Uranus and was himself deposed,” said the Priestess of Braithwaite. The Barber held his silence.“Since he finds such solace in silence, let him keep it,” Rebecca said. “Hear me, Doctor McBride. You have bent. You know he would like to see you in your suspender belt, his favourite garment, he had mentioned in his numerous emails, but it is very warm and you don’t want to wear stockings so you put it back in the draw and you wear just the bra and thong. Over the top you wear a simple short straight black dress. You had met Charles while indulging in your favourite pastime of looking on the Internet for interesting people, It was never your intention to meet anyone in person, just the thrill of. Deepak turned to go out but Doctor ordered him to sit on the sofa and wait till we finished inside. Deepak complied.Dr. Took me inside the bedroom and ordered me to strip. I pulled the zipper of my tight kamis and pulled it over my head. My heavy milky breasts were heaving inside a lacy black brassiere. Dr hefted them in both hands and started to knead it lightly. I sighed and hugged him tightly.His hands roamed all over my back and unhooked my brassiere. He pulled it aside and threw it out..