When I woke up, nothing had changed.
“Why’d they do this to me!” I screamed in frustration.
I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. The reflection was scary, and I knew she wanted more. I took off my tee shirt and cupped my boobs. They had a natural feel when my hands touched them. I grabbed the n*****s and tried to rip them from my body. How can they be stuck on so hard, I wondered.
There was alcohol under the sink, so I tried it. They were still on tight. Finally I gave up and decided to go to the Target store. Besides, I needed a few things. I had a set of hair clippers, but I needed the hair remover, Gillette razors and something to work on these ridiculous t**s.
As I drove to the store, a thought came to mind. Mistress Elizabeth is doing this because I said I
