He had seen how bad Timmy was to her. He began to gently move blocks around her head. ‘There, that should make it easier for you.’ He had walled o...f the worst trauma to her mind. ‘Timmy’s never going to hit you again.’ ‘That BASTARD did what?!’ His sister was furious. ‘He shouldn’t have a dick after that.’ ‘I think we can do better than that. Sister, why don’t you take Bridget here for a walk.’ – – – ‘Sure, brother. Come along Bridget, you don’t want to see this’ Bridget took her offered arm. I would move toward her and she would move back. I felt like a sheep dog herding sheep... to slaughter. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Of course, she clutched at Joyce and somehow pulled very hard on the left sleeve of Joyce's dress. That was the tear point. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to fall apart. Within moment's Joyce was standing there in just her high heels and thong. In answer to his question I told him the dance club was boring, there were no real people there. He answered my question by saying he had made a new friend.I kissed his lips, went to the shower and masturbated. I went to my bed nude.Dad noticed.“Where did you meet this new friend?” I asked.“In the casino. I won four hundred dollars on a slot machine and he was on the machine next to me.He told me I had enough to hire a woman for the night. He became interested when I told him it would never be . First off, what if the people at the Salon laughed at him? What if they laughed and told him to get out? Or worse yet, what if they couldn't do it? What if they gave him the works and he still didn't look like a woman? What if he came out looking like a joke? He couldn't stand the idea of that happening. Or, what if everything turned out okay, he looked good, still like himself but a female version himself, and what if someone later found the pictures? What if someone at the Salon recognized.
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