“Hi, nice to meet you all,” I said whilst shaking hands with each of them in turn. “You are a great dancer,” said James. “We were watching y...ou and you move very well. Perhaps I could ask for the honour?” He continued. He flashed me a huge smile from his very handsome face (he really was very good looking) and stared into my eyes. “Well, I really don’t dance so well James, but I could give it a whirl,” I told him. The music was a pounding, modern dance track and we danced among the hundreds of. Thankfully that day I was in jeans so the cum stain wasn't visible. I also thought about where my hand had been and the sweet sounds she made with her face buried in my shoulder.Those lovely memories were having their own effect on me as Karin woke up. She sort of jumped a little like she just remembered where she was."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sleep on you." No worries, you aren't heavy. Did you have a nice nap?" Then I flushed when I saw where she was looking, and I realized my own thoughts. He would, he added, turn her into his slave and experiment with all forms of anal abuse. He had friends too who could join in, he said. He left an e-mail and said that if I was serious and wanted to know more then I should contact him. Naturally, I wanted desperately to have my fantasy fuelled with more detail. However, I stopped short of replying. My conscience had got the better of me and though I continued to encourage responses from others, I resolved to leave it there and just keep it as. The body, the face, the voice,the make-up - and now the hair. He stared at the image in front of him.It was absolutely someone else. It was a shell that had been changed.He was still living inside, just living in a different shell thanbefore. There was nothing he could do about it. For now.Montrose beamed, delighted with the result.Jimmy's eyes dropped from the mirror to the counter top."Beautiful," Montrose said. "Lift your head, dear."Jimmy lifted his head, but kept his eyes averted from the.