Just don't interfere or you will not be welcome to come back". Michelle returned from the VIP room. The guy she was with was carrying her thong and ...her blouse was held closed by only one button. She sat at the table with me and the manager whispered to us that the horny bachelor had his hands all over her, but there was no sex. At the same time, you could hear the guys having the bachelor party talking about having her thong and that she was a true blonde. She then stood and leaned forward. This was a side of my parents that I never saw, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t pressure my father any more.Fate stepped in, however, and I was able to take some basic classes due to a generous birthday gift from my grandparents, and at my first recital my father gave me a standing ovation.“Did you see me, Daddy, did you see me?” I asked, bubbling over in excitement.“I sure did, Baby Girl! You were so beautiful, the best dancer out there.”I knew that he was just saying that, but it still. That was no doubt the reason why Dr. Edwards subdued her outward appearance. I suddenly realized that I was sitting at a very effeminate make-up alcove with hundreds of perfume bottles and cosmetic jars. Tiny bright lights outlined the large round mirror in front of me. The mirror's reflection showed a wild assortment of delicate garments neatly stored in the large walk in closet. All those expensive clothes were purchased and designed to accent this perfect sexy female body that I was . Lying under my backpack, no one would see it there. I got back to the admin building easily enough, carefully transferring everything I've taken from the bunker into my gym bag. Just like last time, I made it home without any problems.Sitting in my apartment, I tried to figure out how I was going to test Brantwell's Mind Control Device. I poured myself a drink and took another look at the diaries. The entries about the device were filled with psycho-babble and occult mumbo-jumbo. Brantwell.