She said it was fine and she understood what I had meant and how I had meant it and I realised, and we discussed, that her opinion really mattered to ...me. I realised, I think we both realised, there was a connection. I do not want to suggest we were going to be soul mates, but there was a real connection between the two of us. She had been totally honest with me about who she was and I was honest with her about who I was, how old I was and that I was married. I had never claimed to be anything. His right hand moved to her long dark skirt, and pulled it downwards, as the background noise grew in volume.The woman gulped, but ended up cooperating without a word, as she pushed the skirt down. A smiling Ken slid her black panties down, and when he reached for her bra, the woman undid it herself.Soon, he was on top of her, groping and fingering her, to which she let out embarrassed moans, which grew louder as he licked at her exposed nipples. Slowly, the woman’s legs opened, and then the. Now go and help me to find a nice girl."But this was much harder than we thought. The Internet was full of fake offers, no dating sites offered anything good enough, and our friends didn't help so she gave up. Instead of that she was satisfied by telling me to perform laser hair removal from my face and a few months later also from my legs. I was pleased that this affair ended this way. Then, one day something like a year ago, when I woke up and was about to go to work, she called me. She stood. This was wrong! Very very wrong!He thought I was that girl - that trashy badly spoken tramp - and Lordhelp me, he was right!Somehow, impossibly, I'd become her!***And the next thing I knew I was in a cell.The door slammed behind me. The lock engaged.But I didn't move. I couldn't. Two, maybe three feet into the cell, Istood, staring at nothing in front of me, my arms rigid by my sides. Ididn't see what else was in there. I don't think more than a singlethought sparked across the span of my mind..