So today I will be a man in curlers and capris andkitten heels searching for lipstick and tampons. Maybe this is better thanbeing in diapers and sucki...ng on a pacifier. Maybe not.____________________________"Here's your purse, Sissy Wendy. Don't you just adore the little rose budsall over the white bag and the way the strap is made like a strand oflittle pink hearts? There is money for your purchases in there and onetampon in case you have a problem with your period while you are out. "Now off. She was dressed up like a Catholic schoolgirl in a white blouse and dark skirt that swirled around her mid-thighs. Her hair fell down her back in two long braids."Evening everyone," she said cheerfully.I was speechless. When I finally tore my eyes away from her I saw that all the men were just as stunned as I was. The women looked surprised, except for Gretchen. That figured. I'd never thought myself susceptible to that male fantasy, but the evidence that I was wrong was unmistakable. In a. " Oh really? I wasn't aware of that?" Dr. Roberts lifted the glass, the cool liquid sliding through his wet lips, down his throat. "Hypnosis has quite a history of being capable of alleviating pain and lowering mental stress." Dr. Roberts pointed the glass at the man, "Now, did you want a drink? I'm not a huge fan of asking twice?"Isn't it illegal for a therapist to drink during a therapy session?" The man asks."Oh, so this is a therapy session?" Dr. Roberts said, sitting down in an armchair,. Leading her to his bedroom, he smiled at her silent relief that he looked handsome. Emboldened, he slowly undressed her with tender care. Removing each garment, he softly kissed the skin it revealed. He did the same for each piece of lingerie and placed it down gently. She yearned for a man that would honour her as fellow human being rather than a three-hundred pound an hour whore. As she did the same to him, he enjoyed the rising fever in her mind as she lived out her simplest fantasy.Cautious.