She stood off to the side and watched him staring at himself in the mirror, as if he didnt recognize the face reflecting back. She permitted herself a faint grin as he glanced down at the pink bra in his hands. "Need some help with the bra?" He roused himself and looked at her, shaking his head. He seemed offended. Which gave her a rush. How perfect he was! The man brought the bra up behind his back and pulled it around to link the stays.

Okay, okay, dont have a bird. I dont understand because youre the one whos backed out, youre the one leaving--, speaking of which, what are you still doing here?" Chris studied Keisha. She gazed back, shrugged and edged around him and opened the door. He turned and faced her. Keisha pointed out the door. "Good by, sorry you couldnt walk the walk. The man I need is secure in his masculinity. Which I thought you were, but, like most guys, you were only talking the talk." "Whats your game, damnt!" "No game.

Chris lost track of time as he lay curled in the cage. He wanted to stretch, relieve the cramped pressure on his legs, but there was no room. Hed decided to challenge Keisha when she let him out. Hed simply shove her aside, grab his clothes and split. This was getting too weird. Especially the way she was ordering him about, making him dress like a girl, act like her maid. What the hell did she think he was? More to the point, Chris realized,

The man eyed the bra and panties an extra beat before turning to the woman, smiling down at him. "Am I supposed to do something with those?" "Try them on, for starters." The man sat up. She dangled the bra and panties inches from his face. He exhaled and stood, stepping around her. He was more than half-a-foot taller, and was once more assertive, in control. Exactly how she wanted him, for the moment "Chris Holden doesnt wear a bra. Sorry." "Too bad.