Her beaked nose and thin, crooked neck gave her the appearance of a large bird of prey. Richie wrinkled his nose as some of her cheap perfume poisoned... the air. "Looks like a vulture and smells almost as bad as one" was how Richie had always described her.She lay a hand against Sandra's shoulder. "At least you've never had to go through this, Sandra, dear. At least you know your Mike is still alive somewhere."Sandra's hands squeezed the steering wheel. "Marilyn, I really wish you'd..." she began. Again, this was pink and sparkly. I couldfeel the layers and layers of petticoats that were holding the shape,just walking was going to be a chore. I didn't need to be able to see totell you that my penis was gone.I lifted up the front of my skirts to see my feet. They were in a pairof pink high heels. The heels must have been at least 4 inches. But nowI was seeing eye to eye with Jessica who was 5"6 without her heels on. Imust have lost a full foot in height.I was the stereotypical fairytale. She loved college. There was so much learning to do. She knew she wanted to be a lawyer so she studied as hard as she could. This left little time for socializing, to the dismay of her male classmates. Her girlfriends were also disappointed that she never wanted to go to a party with them or double date with them. But her kindness and sweet disposition won them over, and even though the boys lusted after her, she ended up being a kid sister in many eyes and they watched out for her too. After. ‘Sit up, puppy, she said. ‘It’s feeding time.’ I did as I was told and popped my head out through the trapdoor in the top of my cage. On the tray I saw a small plate with a mud pie sitting in the center. There was an empty salad bowl, an empty pint glass, and an ashtray with three cigarette butts and their ashes in it. Mistress crossed the mostly empty cellar and came back with a five gallon bucket and a pair of pink, rubber, rain boots. She set the bucket down and removed the.