"Go take a shower," she ordered. plenty of cream rinse on your hair!"

"And use He trudged

into the bathroom and took shower. He flinched as the hot water bit into the cuts and scrapes he had acquired during the encounter. As he gently

washed his stinging behind a solid red lump was forming where the whip had left its mark. Susan had added his destroyed pajamas to the blaze and had given him a pair of lacy panties and a white robe to wear. He emerged with them on about twenty minutes later and returned to the living room.

Using a

"Sit down," "Susan commanded. He sat in the chair she had indicated and closed his eyes. "I need time to think," he told himself. Susan made short work of setting his hair and then stripped his nails clean with nail polish remover. light pink shade this time, she carefully polished his toes and fingernails again. He moved his hands in the light of the lamp and watched in fascination as they glistened. He was surprised that they looked so different in a lighter shade. "Hold still," she ordered. As he froze in the chair she used a tweezer to re-work the arches in his eyebrows. They hadn't been plucked since the dance and a considerable number of tiny hairs were poking up where she didn't want them.

Afterwards, they sat and ate dinner in silence. The day's events had exhausted Terry and after reading the evening newspaper, which had a story about his car theft, he decided to go to bed. As he got up Susan said, "From now on you'll be using the other bedroom." She followed him to his new room and helped him disrobe. As she led him over to the bed he saw the sheer pink nightgown she had chosen for him. She picked it up, positioned it over his head and then dropped the filmy garment onto his shoulders. As it passed his nose the sweet smell of perfume invaded his nostrils. He couldn't believe how light the gown was! It seemed to just float around his body! He was suddenly wrapped in a world of new sensations!

Susan tucked him under the covers and with kiss on the cheek, bid him goodnight. As she left

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him alone, the confusion again invaded his brain. He had fought Susan hard yet she was so nice to him now that he was again dressed like a girl! didn't want to admit it, but he really loved the feel of this nightgown. And the thought of his fingernails glistening in the light excited him! But there was still a ball of frustration in his stomach. Should he feel good about all of this? What other choice did he have now that he was in trouble with the law? What about his manhood? He had never slept with a girl before and now he was dressing like one. Would he become impotent? He didn't dare try escape again. He was convinced that the next time he did Susan would really make him sorry! One stroke of that whip in the right place and he wouldn't have any manhood left to worry about!

He had a terrible time trying to concentrate on his troubles that night because every time he rolled over he would thrill to the feeling of the sheer gown against his skin. Each shift brought the sweet scent of the perfume to him and he slept well in spite of himself.

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