Or at leastpieces of her; shaking her head she dipped in the first of many bucketsthat she would have to carry out to the bathhouse where Mrs. Lyttle ...waswaiting.A while later Millicent was wallowing in bathing splendor as Serena nowhad sore shoulders and was pouring the last bucket at the foot of thebath.As she rubbed her sore muscles she wasn't surprised to hear Mrs. Lyttleclear her throat."Yes Miss?" Serena asked sounding frail."Serena, could you be a dear and pour some salts into the. Thought I caught one." Ohh. How cute!" She coos which is too sexy for words. I help her stand up again but don't move my arm from around her waist. She doesn't either. First down. We wander around some more.I lean in close again as we look as something else pink and flowery and don't nuzzle her neck - just close enough to want to. For her to want me to. "Oh yeah. I think I should stayed at the hotel." Why?"I shake my head, "You drivin' me crazy." This time I nuzzle. I feel her whole body. Then she does your makeup while you watch in the mirror. You are getting excited and she notices and puts a girdle up to cover your hardening condition. You are incredibly pleased. You and she go to the kitchen and she instructs you on how to treat your man as a woman and cook dinner. She leaves you and comes back with a wig to complete your appearance. She says tomorrow you will both go out and get your own female clothes and see the doctor about hormones. You are pleased and go to bed wearing. "You wanted the burning hot shame and desire to melt your mind and heat up your cunt as you felt the soft click of the collar around your throat, sealing your fate as a willing slut for good."Cassandra started to panic, feeling her heart race and her breathing quicken. She stumbled past Alexandra, but fell to the floor as Alexandra tripped her. She caught herself on her hands and knees."Now now, no leaving just yet, slut," said Alexandra. "We're not done here." She pulled something from between.