While I enjoyed the female clothing, especially the plastic materials, Ihad never dreamt that Sally would end up depriving me of all of my hair.Aunty ...Jane stood behind me smiling, running her fingers over my shinyscalp."Well sissy, aren't you going to say thank you?" she demanded."Thank you Madame," I quickly replied, fearful that she might havesomething else planned for me today."I suppose you want to know what Sally and I have been discussingsissy," she sneered. "We feel that you should repay. ..!" It wasn't like that!" Mick vowed, blushing heatedly.She gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Mick; really, I do. Whenyou take the time to tell me why this dress is right for me and thatone isn't, I feel seen in ways no man has ever seen me. The averageschmuck, if he pays attention at all, he's telling his woman what towear because he wants to control her. He either wants to dress her upand show her off like a trophy or cover her up so other men won't findher attractive. It's never. Time seemed to slow down. I saw her hand move towards me, palm outward, heading for my face. I just stared steadily into her eyes. As it got closer, I mouthed 'I love you' to her. I watched her stop the punch a couple of millimeters from my face as she looked at me, confused."You're really going to let me kill you, aren't you?" She asked, her voice incredulous. I just looked at her. Her face crumpled as she turned away and covered her face with her hands."Oh God, what am I doing?" She cried out. There was never anything more then friendly chat and some harmless flirting between us. When she lived in the house she would run around in those little silk shorts girls wear to drive guys batty, the ones that tied around there waist leaving the side of there thighs exposed, and most of the time she wore t-shirts cut off just below her breasts. Thisgirl worked out four or five times a week, she was in great shape. She always wore her hair cut short just above the shoulders, I never saw her.