“Who are you!?” Someone asked, trying not to appear afraid.“I am Charles. That is all you need to know. And as of this moment, I am your God.”...“Blasphemer!”“Genie, I wish for all the men in here to turn into beautiful, sexually-promiscuous women. And I wish for everyone here to worship me as their one and only God.”“Your wish is my command, Master.”Alexis snapped her fingers, and all the men groaned and fell to the floor, their bodies awash with magical sensations. They felt all their body hair. I could feel the heat of humiliation coursing through me as I realized that my jeans had ridden down past the lowest edge of my shirttail, leaving a gap that clearly exposed the feminine print of my girly panties. My head turned toward her and our eyes met. "Go on in and pull your pants down," she commanded. I'll join you in a minute." Her eyes did not leave room for argument and in a haze I nodded and stepped into the restroom. I unzipped my pants and let them fall down to my knees while. Then it was a quiet, early, alcohol free night to recharge his batteries. He had enjoyed watching a movie before falling asleep.When he woke he decided to go for a swim in the pool before breakfast and then after having breakfast in the hotel's dining room, he enquired about a gourmet lunch for three in his suite and agreed a menu but told them that there was a small chance it might be cancelled but no later than 11am he promised. This was fine by the hotel. He also arranged for some French. She did the same with the other foot. She was now naked except for shoes and panties. The panties came down first, of course, exposing her complete lack of body hair, just like I like it. Not only are shaven women more sexy, but it makes them more vulnerable. And vulnerability is the sexist thing of all. She stood now on her heels. I almost told her to leave them on, so that she could totter all over the place – lovely vulnerability. But I was silent and watched her continue. I was very.