"You enjoy tormenting me, don't you?" I ask her as I watch enthralledShe giggles and continues to dance. Standing up straight, she turns around again,...undoing her corset ever so slowly, after that's undone she threw it across the room. I didn't notice I was holding my breath until I realized I wasn't getting any air. Dancing in just her thong, she moves closer to the bed, almost close enough for me touch her, but she won't let me.Giggling, she says, "Not yet."Whining, "Why? You're tormenting. In such a skimpy outfit I felt so vulnerable, and oh so feminine. At this moment I realized for now I really was a sissy little girl."Oh, wait," Beth hollered and came running out with a pink duffle bag. "Here's her change of clothes for later...Jennifer said she wanted to make sure you both had a good time and that she trusts you both."Not only did I now have the dread of going to my own school prom dressed as a sissy girl, but maybe something far worse. And I wondered what kind of change of. ." Do I have to really go?" I asked, hoping I would change her mind."Yes, dammit. You're going."So that night I finally went out.The frat party was off campus. It gave me a chance to actually see what was off campus. After a short walk North of campus, we arrived at the House. There was a blonde chick passed out on front yard while a few dudes were betting on who would take her home. Becca and I walked up the two stairs to the door and went in.Music blared from speakers while girls in super. The kids kept on asking about you. So, we got the national rail to come and visit you for the day. They had to divert us due to problems with the railway line. Instead of getting here at two in the afternoon, we just arrived.”I could hear Tina and William protesting in the background that they were hungry. “Are you at London Euston?” I asked. She took a while to answer my question.“We’re in a taxi outside Robert Clarks Solicitors. It was the only one in the Yellow Pages in North London. Are we.