Spin the bottle, truth or dare”. We were all laughing and talking about the greatest parts of the game, add alcohol to the mix people start telling ...ore than usual. The last two parties that Pam and Mike threw, Pam was being very flirty. I always just blew it off and thought of it as to much alcohol and that she was just friendly. Regardless of the reasoning, Pam always looked fucking hot and not once did I not want to fuck her. The first two parties I did not make any moves just in case I was. I begged Nancy to forgive me and I told her that Iwould do anything she asked. I was almost in tears before she finallyrelented and said, "That's better Missy, You just do as I say andeverything will turn out just fine."We went back into the hotel and back to the seminar. If I hadmisgivings before I was really stirred up now. This thing had gone waybeyond my dressing up for a day or two. I was being feminized by Nancy.I could see that now. Some of the changes she was making to my bodywere. She turned her head as she heard her phone ping in her bedroom. “That will be Aunt Julia telling me the plan has worked,” she turned and ran out of the room.A few seconds later she returned, a look of triumph on her face. “Look,” she said, walking over to her father, showing him the screen of her phone, it showed a message from Julia, just two little faces, one smiling, the other cross eyed with a tongue hanging out. “I knew she’d do it,” she said, “now we’ll see how Mum reacts, knowing that. Inside he was beginning to scream, for his mother…his wife…for anyone who could take it all away. *** At four o’clock in the morning, a frantic telephone call came to the front desk at Birmingham Central Police Station, where a Detective Superintendent had changed shifts just so that he could be there to receive such a call. ‘Is that the Police?’ The light, cultured voice, of what sounded like a youngish woman. An edge of fear in her voice. ‘My husband has been kidnapped. His bed has not been.