He looked up to me somuch before the roles changed after he finished high school, and Ibecame his slave... Those beautiful eyes just bored into me, an...dsuddenly I forgot about being strapped on the bare bottom in front ofhis friends, or being made to suck off the guy who came to read thegas meter...whatever he wants, I thought.Gradually he began pumping my cock faster and I began pantingheavily. I knew there were terrible penalties in store if Iejaculated on his palm...he once stapled my. "No, I'm a woman," Beth responded."And what clothes do women wear?" she asked."Women's clothes," Beth responded resolutely."So what clothes do you wear?" Maria pressed."Women's clothes," Beth said with conviction."What kind do you like to wear Beth?" Maria asked.Again Beth had no answer, "You like to dress fashionably, like may other women. For work you always dress smart, wearing a skirt suit or a dress that flatters your appearance and figure. During the day you dress casually but still. I first thoughtit must be a prank my roommate Dave must have done, but examining mynails closely, I can tell they are real, and not fake. The shade of pinkis the same as the dream... How can this happen? The LED clock reminds meI still have a job today, and nails or not, being late at my firm isnever a good move. I dug through my dresser and found my nail clippersand got to work, cutting and shaping my nails back to normal length. ThenI grabbed my makeup case from beneath the bathroom sink and. She returned with a glass of water and I drank it quickly, then I was taken to a chair where I was sat down for my nails. No sooner was I sat down than I started to feel a bit funny, it felt like I was suddenly drunk. I panicked, I tried to stand up but my legs were like jelly and this caused the woman to laugh while she watched me struggle, my arms not strong enough to lift me out the chair.“A gentle voice, and a nice painless treatment was all it took to get you under my spell, and now I.