Beth glanced over at where Gary had sat down. His new hands were holding a coffee mug and he was drinking casually from it. His left hand fell easily ...onto his lap as “he” put down the mug. His right hand now free to scratch his chin. Gary seemed completely at ease with this situation as his left hand explored his lap and started to gently stroke himself.“What is your wish, Beth?” Said the still smiling man on stage, jolting Beth back to the spotlight.“Oh. Errr.... I always wanted to be able to. They had managed to dress me one day as a girl with ribbons in my hair and one of their old dresses. They had practised their makeup skills on me until one of their mothers had come home and returned me to my mother. I had insisted on leavingthe makeup on until the next day when my mother made me wash it off.A memory of when I was eight years old and my mum had caught me tryingon her stockings and had made me wash her underwear for a week as apunishment. I remembered the feeling of the silks. As soon as she crossed us, I just turned to take a look at that beautiful lady.I was shocked. I saw one of the longest braids in my life! I was thick as my wrist and reached the lady’s knees. That day my long-hidden fetish was again aroused. From my childhood, being surrounded by long hair women in my house, I had created a fetish for long hair women.I loved to play with the braids of my grandmother and my mom when they used to sleep. Whenever I used to go to my Aunt during my teenage years, I. She knew it wouldn't be easy. Being as jealous as he was, he'd object and imagine the worse -- but then wasn't that exactly what she was planning?"Honey, Dr, Grafton asked if I can work late next Thursday. We had a new software program installed and he wants to make sure I can use it correctly." Why can't you do that during regular hours?" There just isn't time. We're swamped with patients right now and the doctors appointments are full. The only time is after hours." Will anyone else be.