The court had already approved an independent third-party ‘Bankruptcy Manager’ for Flair by the name of Steve Kreifelt, who was now in charge of a...ll daily operations and expenses and responsible for liquidating all of the remaining company assets. I would be assigned to work under him ‘theoretically’, but in actuality I would be directly working for the US Bankruptcy Court – District of New Hampshire, with a peculiar dual reporting to the State’s Attorney General’s office. The judge was pulling. "Just relax and trust me dear; remember, you'll not be harmed in any way," Marianne reassured me with a lopsided smile, wrapping the black silk twice around my head and knotting it firmly at the back. Well, I thought, at least I'll be color coordinated anyway... for a few moments at least.After checking the blindfold carefully to ensure it was correctly positioned, she took me by the elbow, murmuring "Show time!" With that she led me carefully out onto the stage. When we reached what I judged. As soon as I pushed, my bladder opened and I pissed myself. The warm liquid puddled around under my ass and mixing with a mess of soft excrement which shot out under pressure. A terrible stink filled the room. I don't smell great at the best of times when I crap, but at least the toilet bowl and water help to keep the smell down a bit. What came shooting out was very soft, almost like the runs. The smell was sickening.I almost puked up my guts as my bowels kept shooting out load after load of. Suddenly hedoubled over with pain. The agony was incredible. Then it passed. Hefelt weird. He looked at a dusty mirror on a door. Veronica Lodge,looking ridiculous wearing Jughead Jones's clothes, stared back at him.He moved a hand to his head and felt lush, long hair, and in themirror, Ronnie did the same. The bauble felt warm around his throat. Hefelt soft breasts upon his chest and the rough fabric of his T-shirtrubbed against sensitive nipples.He hurriedly stripped out of his clothes and.