Not that his family had ever been rich, really, but they were well off enough. Places like this always made him feel guilty. The door swung open befo...re he ever really got a chance to knock. He found himself looking down at a plump, balding man, who—judging based on his scowl—was not at all happy to see Avery. In fact, none of the occupants of the apartment were happy to see him—he was also greeted at the door by a monster of a cat that hissed at him in annoyance. I hope the whole family isn’t. “A beer would be good.” “I’m on it!” and off she went.She returned in 10 minutes with a beer for me and she had a large Margarita. She was already more relaxed as we continued our conversation. I found out that she had downed several shots of Tequila before ordering the Margarita. Near the end of the evening she was feeling a little tipsy and started loosening up. She started kidding me about not having any female company for a while and that I must have quite a load built up. “Naaa, that’s why. ‘We will need to talk to a medical professional.’ Dan was hoping that was what she would say. He picked up his cell phone and grabbed the phone book. He made a few calls, setting up appointments to speak to a plastic surgeon about the implants. One of the calls actually produced an appointment later that day. He set up the appointment for Danielle instead of Daniel. He knew if he was going to be a woman when he was outside his apartment, he should show up in the attire he was going to be. She tried to pull on her arms and legs, felt the ropes and restraints bite into her skin. She was on her knees and slowly took in the measure of how helpless, exposed and at his mercy she was. There was now nothing she could do, except feel the rope and what was to come. She was on her knees, her ass lifted into full exposure for him and anything he would want to do to her. Her position wasn’t comfortable, but strangely comforting and making her feel safe. Her mind finally stopped running in.