” I was obscenely curious. “And who are you going to be?”“Your looking at him.”“But your you.” I was a bit disappointed.“I have someth...ing special for you. Get in there and change for me. Your name is Tiffany.”I didn’t hesitate. I had to know what he had planned. I walked in and it was like an old comfortable blanket being wrapped around me. It was home. All I could say was “Tiffany.” The change came faster than I remember, but as it took place I was in heaven. Where first it scared me, now it. ”“That sounds like what I was taught in school as a boy. Are they still teaching it?” Grandpa Aleks asked.When Rada nodded, Vil asked, “Do you believe it?”Rada hadn’t really considered whether or not there was anything to believe. Her teachers taught and she learned. “I don’t know. History is not my best subject.”“I used to love history,” mused Grandpa Aleks. “Of course, there was much less of it when I was your age.”“And it was simpler before Putin,” growled Vil.Aleks shot the former KGB agent. Down below, my shaven pussy was peeking proudly from the chair. I had to capture that moment with my phone; I was a model of femininity. Later, dressed in a short black dress that did nothing to hide the top of my breasts or the bottom of my thick thighs, fishnet stockings and silver high heeled stilettos, we sat in the VIP corner of the club, much to my surprise. Alex had yet to arrive, but Tray was going on about how he’d secured that spot for the lot of them. I thought, okay, and sat with. ..playing the stressed out mummy card.“Look leave it with me...I’ll do it myself and you come back in five minutes okay...If it’s going in my butt... It’s going in privately... Okay?”He didn’t hesitate the prick like he had rehearsed every objection I might come up with before entering my room: “I don’t think so...I suspect you will rub it or shake it or stick it under your arm to get the temperature up or even turn on your room heater in desperation.” Then Steve added the despicable: “You can.