After about fifteen minutes, I walked downstairs in dress and heels, to introduce him to Leah. Mike looked up when I walked into the living room. "Wo...w! Whatever else is going on around here, you sure do look good like that. I would never have thought that you were a, well, not a real girl." Despite my terror, I was thrilled to hear that from him. "How often do you do this?" "Whenever I'm not in school. When I'm at home, this is the way I look." "Does your mom know about this?" "Yeah, she's. Which is one of my favorites. I would say she's about 130lbs wet. Nice petite body... Something no man would complain about. She had a pretty cool personality, and was easy going and fun to be around. And she was so small. So petite, a little tiny body.I just help Jessica move into her new apartment on my days off and she's been spoiling me a little bit on our days off. And it was fun to see her crawl around and cleaning the walls and floors. And to see her climb up on the kitchen counter to. I pulled up the skirt, which is too short, ended almost 8 inches above my knees. My legs exposed, looked so smooth and soft. My legs did not have a single spot, scratch, or blemish on them.I had never played any sports as a child, and thus there were no injury marks or anything like that. They were just fair, flawless, and smooth. The skirt had a zipper at the side. I fastened it and adjusted my hair, looking at myself in the mirror.Then Sharda came out of the loo. As a matter of factly, she. I felt colder, and didn't know where I was."Randy?" I asked."Not anymore, bitch." Somebody slapped me, hard and long, first across my face and then across my tits. I was scared to death."What? W-where am I?" Shut up, you slut."I opened my eyes.I was hanging from the ceiling of a small, concrete room. My arms were straight upwards towards the ceiling, bound tight with what appeared to be thick, heavy rope, and looped many times around the steel beams. My legs were tied too, the ropes that bound.