Mandy had been home for one month and was seeing a shrink as she was depressed. It started out like any other day, any other Saturday. Mom called me i...nto the kitchen and asked "can we talk?" I nodded yes.Mom said "this is very hard to talk about" and paused. "I know you love Mandy and think the world of her. She needs to spend time with a man; someone that cares for her and loves her." Sure mom" I answered."Mandy and I have talked" she paused. "She needs affection, to talk to a nice guy, to be. Maybe it was this thrilling news that allowed me blockout the fact that it was her job to make me "more presentable"."Now my little sissy, it's time for a nice bath and some pretty newclothes."Half an hour latter I had been stripped naked, bathed, dried, and talcumpowdered by Auntie Jean. To say I was mortified by being bathed by such abeautiful woman was the understatement of the decade. And matters weremade worse by the erection I developed as Auntie soaped my penis andballs. Auntie, on the. ." Taylor winced.Emily looked Taylor up and down, then frowned. Taylor worried that shemight have noticed something and his heart began to beat faster."Hmm..." Emily started."What's wrong?" Taylor asked."Don't take this the wrong way but... why don't you shave?" Emilyreplied, motioning to his legs and arms.Taylor had to think on his feet. Why might a teenage girl have stoppedshaving? Taylor didn't think the personal preference excuse would workfor this one."Oh... I uh... I ran out of razors. My. I was really hoping that she would at least release those 2 things but she didn't. She then took the end of the leash and re-attached it to the other bedpost on the headboard. Again it was there more for symbolic reasons than anything, but knowing that I couldn't even move enough to get it loose was a bit demoralizing. Then she crawled onto the bed and laid down next to me. Her mid-section was right about where my head was. Then she told me good night and rolled over. Her beautifulass.