Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 03:40:45</strong>
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				With all due apologies to Ray Bradbury.&nbsp; And many thanks to Miss Beatrice Black for providing the inspiration.<br><br>The carnival was in town.&nbsp; I got excited every time one showed up.&nbsp; I love the smells and the noises and the crowds.&nbsp; Oh, and I love the carnival games.&nbsp; I'm never very good at them.&nbsp; The skills atrophy between arrivals, and I still can't break all of those plates.<br><br>This time, there was something different.&nbsp; Even the entrance was unlike anything I had seen before.&nbsp; "Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery," read the sign over the admissions booth, lurid colors swirling in surreal patterns.&nbsp; No, really, they were swirling.&nbsp; Not when you looked at them, but when you looked down the midway, out of the corner of your eye, you could see the purples and yellows and greens move, emphasizing some other part of the title.<br><br>I swept past the admissions booth, and closed my eyes.&nbsp; One deep inhalation, and they were there.&nbsp; The smells of popcorn with real butter, hot dogs with mustard, and that hint of a rotting odor you get anywhere there is a large gathering and inadequate garbage disposal.&nbsp; It was intoxicating.<br><br>I wandered at first.&nbsp; It was an impressive show, surpassing any carnival I could remember.&nbsp; It had a ferris wheel, and the sound of a caliope told me there was a carousel over to my left somewhere.&nbsp; It had rides.&nbsp; I would have to try them all, but first, the games.<br><br>I walked down the alley with all the booths.&nbsp; I let anticipation build.&nbsp; My fingers itched with desire to hold the wooden rings that the woman in the booth swore would fit over the necks of the bottles, if only you threw them just right.&nbsp; I never had, but someday, I would.<br><br>I held off, though.&nbsp; Gratification delayed is gratification multiplied.&nbsp; That's my motto.&nbsp; I intended to look at everything before indulging.&nbsp; I needed to look at all of the stuffed animals I could win, especially the ones overhead, as big as myself. <br><br>I reached the end of the first aisle, and stopped.&nbsp; Around me, things were different.&nbsp; My fellow customers were somehow grayer.&nbsp; Less substantial.&nbsp; The colors of the carnival were more vivid, the sounds more enticing.&nbsp; The townsfolk, those people among whom I had spent my whole life, seemed insubstantial.&nbsp; They lacked desire, I thought.&nbsp; They were just themselves, nothing more.<br><br>Then I saw him.<br><br>Behind a podium stood stood the epitome, almost a caricature, of a carnival barker.&nbsp; A florid shirt in a color I couldn't name, striped pants, a top hat, and a huge, white, handlebar mustache.&nbsp; He looked right at me.<br><br>"Come," he cried, pointing his cane at me, "play Anderson B. MacGillicuddy's Games of the Self.&nbsp; Become the person of your dreams, or win the prize that you've always craved.&nbsp; Everyone's a winner.&nbsp; Satisfaction guaranteed, but you get nothing back."<br><br>It was irresistable.&nbsp; Before I knew it, I was in front of the man.&nbsp; To the left, there was a spinning wheel, but with out the colored sections I expected.&nbsp; It was solid green.&nbsp; I tried to read what prize it offered, but my eyes slid off of it before it could register.<br><br>"But, sir," I said, "it only has one prize, and I can't read it."&nbsp; This seemed a deficient game, unworthy of the presence of its proprietor.<br><br>He leaned forward, and an aroma of cigar smoke filled my nostrils.&nbsp; "That's because it's not a wheel of fortune.&nbsp; It's the Wheel of . . . Destiny!" he shouted.&nbsp; "There's no need for a second prize, because there's only one destiny per person.&nbsp; Spin the Wheel of Destiny but once, and you will get to experience your own."<br><br>"Or," he exclaimed, turning to one side, pointing behind him, "take a walk through the House of Truth.&nbsp; Go in with the face you present to the world, come out the you that you really are."<br><br>I looked at the flimsy structure he indicated.&nbsp; Its front was in stark colors, separated by sharp lines.&nbsp; Forbidding and uncompromising. <br><br>"Last, you may choose the third option."&nbsp; He pointed to a pool of water covered by a fotilla of toy ducks.&nbsp; "Take your pick at the Fountain of Desire."&nbsp; He winked at me.&nbsp; "You'll have to imagine the fountain.&nbsp; The hydraulics are out."&nbsp; I nodded absently.&nbsp; "If you select right, you will receive your most deeply held wish.&nbsp; Select wrong, and you will be a part of someone else's deepest wish."<br><br>My gaze was drawn back to his face.&nbsp; There was no escape from it.&nbsp; Anderson B. MacGillicuddy had my attention, and he would get my business.<br><br>"These games cost no money, though they are hardly free.&nbsp; You can only play once, but why would you want to do so again?&nbsp; All you have to do is choose.&nbsp; Destiny?&nbsp; Truth?&nbsp; Desire?&nbsp; Which of these will define your future?"<br><br>I swallowed.&nbsp; I wanted each, in their own way, but choosing wasn't hard.&nbsp; It was obvious which I wanted/&nbsp; I opened my mouth.&nbsp; "I am going to . . ."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 16:34:28</strong>
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				Greg Roberts was still working his way through the circus, hands in pockets. <br><br>Looking in the mirror by the funhouse gate, he tried to put on a smile. Leaning back a bit, the distortion made him look thinner than he was, and the orange glow of the light hid the hint of grey in his short brown hair. <br><br>His grey eyes turned away, looked around. He couldn't help but dwell on all the couples he saw. He and Sarah had broken up just a few weeks earlier. He loved her, and maybe she'd loved him, earlier, but that hadn't been enough.<br><br>Passing the circus, which he hadn't even heard was coming to town, it was a spur of the moment decision to go in. A way to not be alone for the evening. But of anything, he felt more alone than ever.<br><br>And somewhere up ahead he heard a barker outside a booth.<br><br>"Come," he cried, pointing his cane at me, "play Anderson B. MacGillicuddy's Games of the Self.&nbsp; Become the person of your dreams, or win the prize that you've always craved.&nbsp; Everyone's a winner.&nbsp; Satisfaction guaranteed, but you get nothing back..."<br><br>He started in that direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 22:30:40</strong>
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				"Hey, kid," he said, looking Greg straight in the eye.&nbsp; "You look like someone who needs a new direction."<br><br>He stood behind his podium, eyes bright and a salesman's smile on his face.&nbsp; "What will it be?&nbsp; Do you want to learn the fate the universe has planned for you?&nbsp; Then try the Wheel of Destiny."&nbsp; The large wheel seemed to spin, and yet had no differentiation.<br><br>"Or, do you want to find out who you really are?&nbsp; Take a trip through the House of Truth.&nbsp; Guarantee better than any of those self-help books promising to show you the way."<br><br>"Or, is it the Fountain of Desire that draws your attention?&nbsp; Receive the deepest wish held, though it might not be yours."<br><br>"Everyone can pick once, and no one can pick twice.&nbsp; Which will it be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:36:45</strong>
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				Greg looked to each in turn, puzzling at the featureless dark green wheel, the rickety shack just a little too much like something from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari... his gaze lingered on the pool, the Fountain of Desire. <br><br>He arched an eyebrow at the barker. "What d'you mean, the deepest desire?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:41:16</strong>
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				"Your deepest desire is the urge you hide from yourself.&nbsp; It is what you want in the back of your brain, rather than the things you think you want in the front.&nbsp; The House of Truth reveals what you are, but the Fountain of Desire has no such limitation.&nbsp; It changes who you are, and the House would no longer recognize you."<br><br>MacGillicuddy smiled the smile of the crocodile.&nbsp; "But be careful.&nbsp; Pick the wrong duck, and you could end up as someone else's deepest desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:52:14</strong>
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				"Well... if it's what I desire, I guess it's me. And..."<br><br>He trailed off. What did he desire? He... didn't want to be alone.<br><br>Being someone else's deepest desire sounded like a pretty good risk.<br><br>"How much?" he asked with a faint smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:01:19</strong>
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				The carnival barker leaned over the podium, looking Greg right in the eye.<br><br>"Oh, my games are free.&nbsp; At least, it doesn't cost any money.&nbsp; The price?&nbsp; That is something you'll have to judge for yourself."<br><br>He pointed to the non-fountain.&nbsp; "Is that your choice?&nbsp; Is it desire you seek?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:08:25</strong>
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				Greg did not look away, even though he felt like he should, he kept the barker's gaze despite his discomfort until the strange man grinned and looked away.<br><br>He gave a slight nod as he was asked if this was his choice. "It... it is. So... what do I do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:14:53</strong>
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				"You walk over, and pick up a duck.&nbsp; Don't try to pick up two of them.&nbsp; That gets messy.&nbsp; Each duck represents your desire, or someone else's.&nbsp; Once you look at it in your hand, your path will be chosen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:19:01</strong>
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				"So it's like a fortune cookie. On a duck..." The barker seemed entirely serious, despite how daft this game seemed. There had to be a trick, but Greg couldn't see it.<br><br>He closed his eyes, turned his head away, reached down and caught one of the ducks.<br><br>Lifting it up, he looked at it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:22:50</strong>
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				The wooden duck lays in your hand, looking like a wooden duck.&nbsp; Save for a spot of paint for the eyes, it is unmarked.<br><br>"Congratulations young man, you have a whole new future ahead of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:25:07</strong>
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				I turn it over in my hands, looking back to the barker. <br><br>"So... now what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:28:42</strong>
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				"Now you leave the Carnival, and walk your new path.&nbsp; I do hope that it is all that you were expecting.&nbsp; Most people who make it this far choose the Wheel.&nbsp; I admire those with the guts to take a leap into the unknown, and risk being someone else's desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:32:58</strong>
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				"Well... if I was still someone else's desire, I wouldn't be here, so it doesn't sound like much of a loss." I half smile as I turn to go.<br><br>"Uh... what do I do with the duck?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:35:28</strong>
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				"Keep it as a memento, kid.&nbsp; It's yours to do with as you please."<br><br>He doffs his hat.<br><br>"Thank you for playing my games.&nbsp; It's been a long weekend watching these rubes walk past without so much as a notice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:40:05</strong>
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				I look down at the duck, then back up at him and smile slightly. "No problem. Speaking as a rube... I know what that's like."<br><br>I step away, looking bemused by the whole encounter. These modern circuses are mostly arts people, and I must admit I don't get it at all...<br><br>I put the duck in my messenger bag and stroll off, still wondering what it all meant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:42:40</strong>
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				The carnival seems bland.&nbsp; It's as if someone had dropped a grey filter over the lenses of your eyes.&nbsp; The people look bored, and boring.&nbsp; Even the cotton candy has a dull appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:47:14</strong>
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				It's getting late, I guess. I trudge on out. I can be bored at home more cheaply. And I can be confused by performance art by putting the Arts channel on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:50:35</strong>
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				You near the entrance.<br><br>"Oh, good heavens, no.&nbsp; Absolutely not."&nbsp; You turn, and see a man of medium height, wearing a rainbow colored suit that would fit on Peter Pan.&nbsp; "If I let you out that gate dressed like that, my reputation would be ruined."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:52:51</strong>
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				"Whuh...?" I turn, looking at the brightly-dressed man questioningly.<br><br>"Oh, is this... part of the act? Show? Performance? I dunno what to call these things..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:56:09</strong>
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				"Act?&nbsp; Show?&nbsp; Performance?&nbsp; You wound me."&nbsp; He clutches his breast.&nbsp; "I'm here to get you dressed for your new role."&nbsp; He leans forward, and whispers conspiratorially, "So which was it?&nbsp; Is this the true you?&nbsp; The desired you?&nbsp; Which of his spiels did you fall for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:57:51</strong>
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				"Huh?" <br><br>Then I nod slightly as this is confirmed and whisper back "desired..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:00:06</strong>
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				"Well, come along then.&nbsp; Let's get you set."&nbsp; He makes a face.&nbsp; "And out of those . . . whatevers.&nbsp; Somene is going to have to teach you how to dress."<br><br>He puts an arm around your shoulder, and leads you to a door that stands freely on the grass, with nothing else around it but field.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:04:35</strong>
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				"Uh..." I look at him, at his hand on my shoulder, then at the door.<br><br>"What the hell."<br><br>I open the door and look through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:06:30</strong>
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				Clothes.&nbsp; You see clothes.&nbsp; Men's clothes.&nbsp; Women's clothes.&nbsp; Costumes.&nbsp; Formal wear.&nbsp; Exercise gear.&nbsp; If someone wears it, it's probably in there.<br><br>"We'll find something just perfect for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:08:25</strong>
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				I look to the side of the door. There should be...<br><br>I shake my head slightly as he ushers me inside.<br><br>"Okay, there was a mirror there or something... good trick..."<br><br>I look around the vast wardrobe as it surrounds me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:13:37</strong>
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				"I got tricks like you wouldn't believe, honey."&nbsp; He ushers you down one aisle.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; No. No.&nbsp; Good lord, I still have this thing?&nbsp; No."&nbsp; Then, at the end of the aisle, he stops.&nbsp; "Now we're talking."&nbsp; The rack before you is filled with evening gowns.&nbsp; "This might be a little much at first.&nbsp; What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:19:33</strong>
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				I follow, looking around confused and curious...<br><br>And stop as I look where he's pointing.<br><br>I can imagine Sarah wearing something like that... she never did, she wore cute little cocktail dresses to the few formal things we went to, but she would have looked stunning in any of these.<br><br>"Who's it for?" I ask. "Because that, uh, satin one... my deepest desire would look pretty good in that." I chuckle. <br><br>If my deepest desire is going to fill those, I can't wait to meet her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:22:23</strong>
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				He picks a gown off the rack.&nbsp; Robin's egg blue, with full skirts.&nbsp; He holds it up in front of you, and examines it carefully.&nbsp; "No, no, that doesn't quite match your eyes.&nbsp; And besides, it is *definitely* too much to start with."<br><br>He puts it back on the rack.&nbsp; "Come along.&nbsp; We're going to find something a little more practical."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:26:40</strong>
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				"Uh..." I look at him, at the gown, back at it as he puts it back. Damn... I really want to see the girl who'd wear that for me.<br><br>"Are you sure? It doesn't matter if it doesn't match my eyes as long's it matches hers, yeah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:29:00</strong>
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				He looks at you.&nbsp; "You're waaayyyy in denial, aren't you dear?&nbsp; I'd say deep in the closet, but," he waves his hand around, "that would have a silly double meaning."&nbsp; He puts his arm around you again to guide you.&nbsp; "Miniskirts.&nbsp; I think that's where we should start."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:33:24</strong>
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				"Whu-?" I look at the boy blankly, warily as he puts an arm around me. But... "Sure... I like miniskirts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:35:23</strong>
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				"Come, come.&nbsp; Do you prefer black leather, or the schoolgirl look?"&nbsp; He leads you to a new aisle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:41:49</strong>
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				"The schoolgirl look," I reply quickly, smirking as I imagine her. I wonder how this game works... but I look forward to finding out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:46:25</strong>
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				""Good, good.&nbsp; Then that's where we'll start.&nbsp; Won't go the whole way.&nbsp; That wouldn't be appropriate."&nbsp; He looks at you with a grin.&nbsp; "You wouldn't want to be inappropriate, now would you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:52:58</strong>
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				I follow him to the new aisle, looking around at the clothes here.<br><br>"Wouldn't I?" I reply with a chuckle as he asks whether I should be inappropriate...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:58:05</strong>
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				He stops in front of a rack.&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; Yes."&nbsp; He picks out a plaid, pleated miniskirt in green and black.&nbsp; "This could do.&nbsp; This could do."&nbsp; He holds it up in front of you.&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; What was your answer on inappropriate again?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look down at it, smirking. "Oh... definiteily inappropriate."<br><br>I couldn't imagine Sarah wearing that. Well, I could, but she wouldn't really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I suppose that's what we'll do."&nbsp; He looks at you.&nbsp; "It may cause you some problems down the line.&nbsp; Remember, you only get one chance to make a first impression.&nbsp; Right?"<br><br>He moves to the next rack and selects a white blouse.&nbsp; "Would you be so kind as to get a pair of socks?&nbsp; They're in the box right by my left foot.&nbsp; We'll wait on shows until we get everything else straightened out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm just thinking this is a stunt, so might as well get the girl they've lined up to look as good as possible. But... if there would be problems down the line... <br><br>"Uh, well... if it's long-term, I suppose <em>not</em> really inappropriate..."<br><br>I'm just playing along with his concerns - I don't want to annoy the artists, after all. <br><br>"If it's not just for tonight, I mean..."<br><br>I open the box, looking for a pair of socks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You find knee socks galore.&nbsp; You can find just about any color you can imagine.<br><br>"That might be a wise choice.&nbsp; Still, why don't we take a look at you going all the way first.&nbsp; See if the school girl fits."<br><br>He peers down at you and smiles.&nbsp; "Who knows, maybe someone will be completely taken with it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wh...what?" I look up, holding a pair of white knee socks, gawping at him blankly. "I don't... What do you mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:30:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, those are darling.&nbsp; Very good choice.&nbsp; Just let me get the jacket that goes with this skirt, and we can try them on.&nbsp; You are going to look so . . . so . . . oooh, I just shiver thinking about it."&nbsp; His wings are fluttering, and turning a sort of crimson.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... <em>I'm</em> going to...?" I blink, slack-jawed. "But I can't... I don't..."&nbsp; shake my head slowly, wanting to drop the socks, wanting to run... staring at his wings. "What is this...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you're going to.&nbsp; I certainly won't let you leave in those.&nbsp; That would make entirely the wrong impression.&nbsp; Trust me, you don't want them to think you're butch.&nbsp; That never goes well."&nbsp; He pulls out the jacket.&nbsp; "Oh, yes.&nbsp; You'll set hearts aflutter in this."&nbsp; He looks at you with a smirk.&nbsp; "Or leave something aflutter at any rate."&nbsp; He takes your arm.&nbsp; "The changing rooms are right over here.&nbsp; I've got a whole row of them, and there's so rarely a need for more than one."<br><br>He stops.&nbsp; "Oh, dear god, *what* am I thinking.&nbsp; We don't want them to think that you're a slut.&nbsp; We need underwear.&nbsp; You're not Scottish, after all."&nbsp; He leads you to a different aisle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y... no, I'm..." I stumble along behind him, wanting to pull away, unable to do so.<br><br>"I <em>am</em> Scottish," I mumble vaguely as I let him lead me, still holding the knee socks numbly. "Well, you know... generations back..." I look around in a daze as he stops me in another aisle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What do you think?&nbsp; Cotton or satin?&nbsp; Cotton is traditional, but satin does have a real appeal of its own."&nbsp; He pats your arm.&nbsp; "And it is so comfortable.&nbsp; You would not believe what a good pair of satin panties feels like."&nbsp; He tilts his head back and studies you.&nbsp; "A-cup for now.&nbsp; Definitely.&nbsp; I do so want to see you when you've filled out."<br><br>"So, cotton or satin?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Satin," I reply, not knowing why I'm even thinking about this, gazing in fascination at long rows of lingerie.<br><br>"Filled out?" I ask, confusion over that beating the rest of my fugue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, absolutely.&nbsp; You're a growing girl."&nbsp; He pulls out a satin bra and a satin pair of panties.&nbsp; "Splendid choice."&nbsp; He stands up.&nbsp; "Now, let's get you to the changing room.&nbsp; I can't wait to see what you look like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not a... girl," I reply, too slow, he's already walking me to the changing rooms, holding almost a complete outfit... I still have the socks in my hands.<br><br>I feel like I should run, push him away...<br><br>But instead, as if in a dream, I follow his lead to the changing rooms...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chatters the whole way.&nbsp; "Here you go, dear.&nbsp; Right through the curtain.&nbsp; There's plenty of room, and mirrors."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:11:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I mumble, blinking as I step into the booth, taking the outfit as he hands it to me.<br><br>I stop, looking at it, feeling the weight... the softness of the cool blouse... <br><br>"N-no..." I shake my head, wanting to clear it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You come to a stop when you look in the mirrors.&nbsp; Your reflection is that of a young woman.&nbsp; She's tall, the same height as you.&nbsp; That's where the resemblance ends.&nbsp; She has long, auburn tresses, and smooth skin.&nbsp; Her legs are long and well shaped.&nbsp; A bit small in the bosom, but other than that, delectable.<br><br>Except that she looks silly in your clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"... Hi," I whisper to her. I blink as she mouths the word back. She turns slowly as I do... looks down as I do at myself. <br><br>"But I'm not..."<br><br>I look back at her, and at the clothes I am now holding. I set them down on the shelf.<br><br>I shrug off my jacket, letting it drop to the floor, and pull off my longsleeve before starting to unbutton my trousers, pausing to untie my laces and pull off my boots.<br><br>I can't wait to see her in this little outfit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mirror image does exactly what you do.&nbsp; It is, in all ways, just like any other mirror.&nbsp; Except that it's not you.<br><br>As you remove your clothes, she is revealed.&nbsp; She has slim hips, a girlish figure, but could in no way be described as scrawny.&nbsp; Her hands and feet are elegant, nails perfect.&nbsp; Her skin is flawless, and in rosy good health.&nbsp; As you remove your underwear, you decide that she's a real redhead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:36:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, hello there," I murmur, and watch as she mouths it back. She breaks into the same wicked smile I do, nods appreciatively in time with me. <br><br>"Let's get you into your school uniform, eh...?"<br><br>I pick up the satin panties and carefully step into them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:39:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They fit tight and awkwardly on you, slightly uncomfortable, in fact.&nbsp; On her . . . she walked out of a wet dream.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn around, checking out her... my? behind in the mirror, smirking. The soft, cool panties start to tent slightly in the front as I slip on the bra and try to fasten it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You fumble with the clasp on the bra.&nbsp; Fortunately, it hooks in front, and you get it after a couple of tries.&nbsp; <br><br>On the woman, the panties are short, leaving the top of the cleft of her ass exposed.&nbsp; They are a racy cut for a schoolgirl.&nbsp; Totally inappropriate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I grin at the flash of cheek as I adjust the bra, smoothing it down over my chest, seeing how it looks on her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bra is a perfect fit for her, though the cups hang loosely on you.&nbsp; Her small breasts stretch the fabric enough that the nipple shows through clearly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:54:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm..." I nod approvingly at her. "That comfy?" I ask, and she nods as I do. <br><br>I sit for a moment to roll on the white knee socks, watching her do the same with hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is exquisite.&nbsp; Her long legs and shapely calves fill the socks to perfection.&nbsp; In lingerie and socks, she is a dream in white.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wish I'd gotten stockings," I smile as I admire her, idly caressing my bra to watch her stroke hers the same way.<br><br>"I did get this though," I say, pulling on the blouse and starting to button it up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You button it up and find that it is very tight in all the right places on her, and all the wrong places on you.&nbsp; It is a soft cotton fabric, and not entirely opaque.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:10:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Feels nice," I say as I finish buttoning it, then pick up the skirt. <br><br>"You want your skirt, girl?" I ask with a wink. She winks and nods back as I do, then I step into it and pull it up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:12:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The skirt sits oddly on your hips.&nbsp; It feels like it could slip over them and off at any time.&nbsp; On her, this means it rides low.&nbsp; The blouse does not quite tuck in, and the skin of your belly flashes as you move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe I should knot your blouse under your boobs like Britney," I chuckle as I watch her play with my... her skirt.<br><br>I pull on the jacket, and look to see if there's anything more to add. A tie... something for her hair maybe, she'd look great with pigtails...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You are . . . she is *the* naughty school girl.&nbsp; This is trouble waiting to happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I grin as I turn to admire her, opening my blazer slightly to show off her chest, tilting my head and blowing a kiss.<br><br>"Oh, baby, baby..."<br><br>"She's all done," I call out to the dresser. I know that I'm wearing the schoolgirl outfit as well, but that doesn't matter, it's for her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you must come out and let me see."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay. But she's in the mirror..." I explain as I step out, feeling the short skirt bounce around my thighs, the bra tug at my shoulders and back.<br><br>"It looks a lot better on her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you are adorable!"&nbsp; He smiles brightly, and his wings flutter.&nbsp; "I knew that pattern was perfect for you."&nbsp; He steps forward.&nbsp; "Let me just make a few adjustments."&nbsp; He tugs things this way and that.&nbsp; None of the adjustments make any sense to you, out here without the mirrors.&nbsp; Then he steps back.&nbsp; "Someone is just going to eat you all up."<br><br>"Still, not the thing for a first impression.&nbsp; Take it all off, and I'll set it aside for you."&nbsp; He's practically bouncing with joy.&nbsp; "Oh, you are a treasure.&nbsp; Such a wonderful Desire.&nbsp; I hope you're not in a hurry, because I could spend all day dressing you up and filling your wardrobe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile a little shyly at his compliments, not feeling like I deserve them. She does, not me...<br><br>"What else should she wear, then?" I ask, excited to see what I can dress her in next, even though I have to wear it too... the panties do feel nice, I must admit... I shake my head to his last question. "No... I'm in no hurry." I look back at the changing room door and smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 09:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And please don't put those horrid things back on.&nbsp; They not only look awful on you, but are distracting when I try to size things up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A-alright," I murmur, nodding distractedly as I step back into the booth.<br><br>The girl in the mirror and I share a smile as our eyes meet. I start to slide off my blazer slowly, stripping for her so she strips for me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:25:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She seems to enjoy stripping for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slide off the blouse, undo the skirt and slip it down my legs, unhook the bra and show off my chest so she does the same, bend over to push down tje knee socks.<br><br>"What's next?" I call out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 05:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Business wear.&nbsp; Come, it's in Aisle 14."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 14:10:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				hearing this, I pull the socks back up and slip the blouse back on, stepping out in those as well as the slightly bulging satin panties.<br><br>"I can't wait..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 17:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was waiting outside.&nbsp; "Come, come.&nbsp; I think we need to get you two suits, one light, one dark.&nbsp; With that hair, you will want to go at the far ends of that.&nbsp; And that blouse simply won't do for the corporate world."<br><br>"Here we go."&nbsp; He stopped in front of a long row of women's suits.&nbsp; "What do you think?"&nbsp; He flipped through a few, and picked out a white suit, held it up to you, and shook his head.&nbsp; On his second try, he came up with a cream suit, with jacket and suit.&nbsp; "Oh, yes.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Definitely."&nbsp; He set it to one side.&nbsp; "And now dark.&nbsp; Dark, dark gray, I think.&nbsp; Do you like pinstripes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pat my hair self-consciously, before realising he means her gorgeous red locks, then I nod.<br><br>I look down awkwardly at the skirt being held about my knees, the glimpse of skin before the rumpled schoolgirl socks begin. I shake my head at his question. "No pinstripes... too... business<em>man</em> for her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 04:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods.&nbsp; "We're going to need some color with that last one.&nbsp; I'm thinking a pale green."&nbsp; He browses through some more racks.&nbsp; "How's this?"&nbsp; He's holding up a charcoal gray set, skirt and blazer.&nbsp; "Yes, I think so."<br><br>"Now we need a couple of blouses, and some pantyhose.&nbsp; I'll need to help you put those on, so you don't put runs in them the first couple of times.&nbsp; Any particular style you like?"&nbsp; He's looking through blouses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 04:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I don't know..." I confess. "I always liked the look of stockings, I suppose." I trail off as I realise he's looking at blouses. "Um... shiny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 05:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, stockings with everything else, of course, but you can't be taken seriously in the business world that way."&nbsp; He winks at you.<br><br>"Shiny it is."&nbsp; He flips through some blouses, finds a couple in white, and a couple in pale green.&nbsp; Then he picks up some packages of pantyhose, and ushers you back to the changing room.&nbsp; He enters right behind you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 22:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have to be... taken seriously?" I ponder, confused by this idea. I just dressed the girl in the mirror up as a naughty schoolgirl... She can heardly leave the mirror... can she?<br><br>I look at him questioningly as he follows me inside, then turn to the mirror to look at my beautiful reflection again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 00:06:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you don't have to be taken seriously, but I don't really know where you're going.&nbsp; All they tell me is, dress a woman for business and pleasure.&nbsp; They don't tell me whether it's <i>My Fair Lady</i>, <i>His Girl Friday</i>, or <i>Office Tails 23</i>.&nbsp; I tell you, I can't catch a break."<br><br>"Not you, dear, you're fabulous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 17:27:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like to see her do My Fair Lady," I say as I slip on the white blouse, leaving it unbuttoned so my reflection can show a hint of a bra, and put her tights on more easily. "So how do I put these on?"<br><br>I look at the dresser's reflection as well, wondering what he looks like in the magic mirror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks exactly like he does in front of you.&nbsp; "Here."&nbsp; He rolls them up, and helps you put them on.&nbsp; "Those aren't really the right panties for hose, but we'll deal with that later."&nbsp; He pulls them up around your waist.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; My fail safe way to avoid runs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I grimace slightly at the sensation of feeling the strange things stretch over my legs and crotch, riding up a little too high. They do show off the mirror girl's legs, though. I start to button up the blouse, looking at the skirt suits dubiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 06:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He helps you dress, pointing out the features of each item of clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch him dress my beautiful reflection, admiring her legs in the pencil skirt even as I feel him fasten it around my waist, the blouse tucked in to show off her bust, stepping into high heels as I feel the silk lining of the skirt slide against my legs in the pantyhose.<br><br>"mmm, feels nice."<br><br>Then I realise what I said and I blush. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 00:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only the best for my pretties."&nbsp; He steps out of the booth.&nbsp; "Come out and walk around a bit.&nbsp; I want to see how it flows on you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 02:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It'll... flow nicer in the mirror," I try and explain quietly, but I follow him out all the same, feeling the skirt cling and the high heels push me up to a wobbling tiptoe walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 02:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches you walk around,&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; Yes, the heels are going to take practice.&nbsp; Still, they do lovely things to your calves.&nbsp; And that jacket is the perfect length.&nbsp; Let's try the other one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They... they do?" I look down at myself doubtfully. I look ridiculous, trussed up in ill-fitting drag.<br><br>But as I nod as he tells me to try on the other, tottering over to the changing room again, to see the mirror girl stride in with effortless casual elegance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:39:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cream colored suit looks equally devastating on the mirror figure.&nbsp; The green blouse is a perfect shade.&nbsp; <br><br>"You'll want some casual clothes.&nbsp; Jeans and t-shirts, maybe?&nbsp; Khakis and casual blouses?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shake my head as I admire her from every angle, and her long red tresses flow as she shakes hers.<br><br>"No... she should be... a lady. Skirts and dresses all the time."<br><br>I know I should be back in jeans and T-shirts, but it's too much of a waste of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.&nbsp; Miniskirts, then?"&nbsp; He starts leading you to a different aisle.&nbsp; "I have pretty much any of them that you can imagine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Definitely." I walk after him, a little faster, getting a little more used to the skirt and high heels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:53:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you have a fabric or style you would like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:03:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we already dressed her as a schoolgirl..." I smile as I remember how she looked, glad that the tighter skirt points my manhood up against my waist and won't let it tent it. "I dunno... tight and shiny? Like leather, or rubber or something? Dress her up all sexy? Or... pink and frilly? I don't know, you're the designer, what'll she look good in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was more wondering how outrageous you want to be.&nbsp; Let's go for delightfully tacky to start with."&nbsp; He pulls out a neon orange spandex miniskirt.&nbsp; "We'll also try this," producing a more typical black leather.&nbsp; "And tops."<br><br>He moves down the row, and into a selection of crop tops, halters, and others.&nbsp; He picks some, seemingly ar random, and then adds a latex number.&nbsp; <br><br>"Accessories."&nbsp; He chooses some stockings, bangles, and shoes.&nbsp; "Let's go try these."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno," I start, but can't wait to see her in that lather mini. Or that red silk halter top. Or... I nod and follow him, clip-clopping in the high heels, eager to put these on and see her in them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hands you the pile of clothes.&nbsp; "Try them on.&nbsp; I'm interested to see what combinations you come up with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I step into the booth, looking over at her holding a matching selection of things. I grin wickedly, and she smiles flirtatiously in response. Stepping out of the high heels and slipping off the cream-coloured jacket, I start to slowly unbutton her blouse, looking from her to the pile waiting. "So... what'll I make you wear first, gorgeous?"<br><br>I unzip and slide off the skirt. "mmm..." That does feel good, I must confess, as the lining slips over the hose I'm wearing. Still... I get to put her in stockings now. I roll off the pantyhose with care, unhook her bra and slip off her panties before replacing them with a new set, black. I sit to roll up matching seamed stockings. Damn, that feels nice...<br><br>"Where to start... should I make you wear the black leather mini?" I nod, making her nod too. "Yes please," I whisper to make her say it, and slip it on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				THe skirt hugs her hips just right.&nbsp; It is scandalously short on her long legs.&nbsp; The tops of her stockings are going to show.&nbsp; The red silk halter slips on without a bra.&nbsp; It's feel is wickedly sensuous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:53:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn around to admire her ass, stroking my own through the tight skirt. I caress my nipples through the halter as well. "Mmm..."<br><br>Dressing her up is so worth dressing up myself. And so much of this feels so good anyway...<br><br>I look for what else I can add. I want to make her up, give her jewellery... dangling earrings, maybe? I wish I had a way to tie her hair back. And I definitely want to wear stilettoes so she will.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you try to gather her hair, you can see the reflection doing so.&nbsp; She smiles at you.&nbsp; The stiletto pumps would be perfect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 15:55:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pull them on, doing my best to stand. They fit me perfectly, and my reflection as well as I turn my legs so she can show hers off.<br><br>With a last lingering look, I step out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 20:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, the red and black go together so well on you.&nbsp; Very nice.&nbsp; That skirt is versatile, let me tell you.&nbsp; Very, very nice.&nbsp; You're starting to get the hang of heels, but it will take time."&nbsp; He seems very happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 03:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, well, it's... not for me..." I glance back at the changing room door. "I don't mind wearing this stuff as long as she looks hot..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 04:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles.&nbsp; "You look fabulous.&nbsp; Oh, I could eat you up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 14:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush, embarrassed. "No... I gotta look ridiculous in all this..." I tug the hem of the skirt down a little, feeling exposed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 16:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no, trust me.&nbsp; You look fabulous.&nbsp; I know clothes, and those are the clothes for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shake my head, lowering my gaze. "No, but... for her, sure... not... not <em>me</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey, you are her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No I'm not!" I blink, shaking my head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes your hand and leads you back to the dressing room.&nbsp; "Look at you, darling.&nbsp; You're beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shake my head, and she shakes hers. "No... she is. She's just... the mirror."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who do you think I've been looking at out there?" he asks softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't... I mean, I'm not her. I don't look like that!" I glance down at myself to check...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:24:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As far as you can tell, you don't look like that.&nbsp; <br><br>"Which option did you pick?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Desire," I whisper. "She's mine, isn't she? I mean, she's perfect..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 22:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles sadly.&nbsp; "Desire's a funny thing.&nbsp; We rarely know what it is that we really want."&nbsp; He grimaces.&nbsp; "Then again, we rarely really understand the Truth about ourselves, either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 01:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I..." I start to respond, then pause as he frowns. "Were you...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 02:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yup.&nbsp; House of Truth, that was me."&nbsp; He grins.&nbsp; "Hey, I got used to it eventually."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh. Um... I'm sorry, you're... stuck here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:04:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stuck here?&nbsp; Look at all those clothes!&nbsp; This is the closest thing to heaven I can imagine."&nbsp; He shrugs.&nbsp; "It's the wings that took getting used to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 18:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I can imagine." I look behind myself warily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 21:19:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs.&nbsp; "I doubt that you'll end up with wings.&nbsp; That was rather specific.&nbsp; No, you're going to be her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 01:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... <em>what?</em>"<br><br>I shiver, feeling suddenly ice cold.<br><br>"No... I don't... want to be... be a girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Desire's a funny thing.&nbsp; I'm sure it will be tough for a while."&nbsp; He holds out another outfit to try on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:40:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look at it, aghast, shaking my head weakly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sets the outfit aside.&nbsp; He reaches up, and pulls your head to his shoulder.&nbsp; "It'll be all right.&nbsp; If I can get used to coming to work every day dressed like a roll of Lifesavers, you'll manage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just thought... she was what I wanted." I don't resist at all. "I... didn't want... to be alone." I sniffle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey, I really doubt that you're going to be alone.&nbsp; Think, if this is *your* desire, it wouldn't be complete if you're on your own.&nbsp; If it's someone else's desire, well, I think that speaks for itself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-so, I'm being turned into... someone else's girl?" I gulp, getting more worried.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:16:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe they're getting turned into your guy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But - but I don't want- I'm not changing - I just... have a girl in the mirror. It's not me! I can't... wear all this!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles.&nbsp; "Trust me, you can wear all of this.&nbsp; Just shorten your stride a bit in the heels, and you're good to go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:27:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I mean - I'm wearing a <em>skirt</em>, and, and I look like a slut..." I'm close to hyperventilating. "Is he gonna want me to - am I going to be like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:44:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry.&nbsp; I don't know what happens after you leave here.&nbsp; All I know is that you're going to look damned good when you do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh God." I feel my eyes watering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:46:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, you'll be fine."&nbsp; He tries to console you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be a slutty girl who wears little skirts because I liked the way it looked on the girl in the mirror!" I almost cry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can get some other clothes.&nbsp; You just seemed to be enjoying it so much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:45:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel myself blushing. "Just how it looked on her. As... as a guy." I tug at the short hem of the tiny skirt I now wear. "I wouldn't wanna dress like this myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why not?"&nbsp; He raises an eyebrow.&nbsp; "You have the legs for it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:06:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush more brightly. "It's embarrassing. And, if-if I have to be a g-girl... I don't want to be... a... slut..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 16:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles.&nbsp; "Clothes don't make the girl.&nbsp; They certainly don't make you a slut."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, but... if... I..." I bite my lip. "If, if I look like one for... being someobody's desire... that would..." I shake my head slightly. "I'd just... not wanna push my luck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 06:13:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right.&nbsp; What shall we pick out to wear then?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 19:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I, I don't know. Something... um... ladylike?" I mumble weakly, blushing at the idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 00:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooh, ladylike.&nbsp; We can do that."&nbsp; He starts rummaging through clothes.&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; Ball gown?&nbsp; Victorian?&nbsp; Poodle skirts?&nbsp; Mmmm.&nbsp; How about Lauren Bacall?"&nbsp; He starts pulling out white blouses and billowy dark trousers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 23:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel myself panicking at all of his suggestions. Each of them sounds terrifying...<br><br>As he pauses and finds a pair of trousers, I relax a little. I could handle that. It seems like a waste of the girl in the mirror, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 23:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He picks out a pair of black gaucho pants and a plain white silk blouse.&nbsp; "I recommend one string of pearls with this.&nbsp; And a pair of black flats.&nbsp; This is for comfort."&nbsp; He studies you a bit more.&nbsp; "You might do better in gray, but let's try this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take them, nodding vaguely, relieved. "A...alright." I stumble back to the booth, teetering on the high heels, glancing at the mirror as I reach it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 05:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glances at you coyly, hiding a smile.&nbsp; As you try on the outfit, you notice that she has the gauchos needed for gaucho pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft, cool silk feels so much better than the tight little outfit, and looks much less embarrassing even with the flowing sleeves and matching feminine underwear underneath. I concentrate on my reflection as she fastens on a string of pearls and nods approvingly.<br><br>Part of me misses seeing her in a skirt, though. And knowing how they feel...<br><br>Pulling on the flat shoes, I step out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 02:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He applauds as you step out of the booth.&nbsp; "Marvelous.&nbsp; That definitely goes on to the pile to take with you.&nbsp; Very stylish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 01:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A-alright." I blush slightly at the applause, knowing it's meant for me... looking to see what he has in store for me next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 03:54:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why don't we get you a couple of suits with skirts that are a little longer than the other one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 00:39:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod hesitantly. "Okay," I say quietly. "If, if you think that'll look good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 02:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gently puts his hands on your shoulders.&nbsp; "Honey, if the only criterion is that you look good in it, you could wear anything in this whole room, and be fine.&nbsp; I'm just thinking that you may need something to wear to work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 03:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Work? I'm gonna be... working like... that?" I glance back at the booth, at the curtain covering the mirror. <br><br>It seems I have a whole life to look ahead to, as someone new. As <em>her</em>. <br><br>I bite my lip nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 06:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugs.&nbsp; "Honestly, I don't know.&nbsp; They never tell me anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 19:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I give a small nod. "Well. I guess there's only one way to find out." I pause. "Running the other way isn't an option, is it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 06:59:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles.&nbsp; "You're welcome to look for a back door, but, if you find one, it'll be new to me."&nbsp; He puts his hands on your shoulders.&nbsp; "Look, I know the score.&nbsp; You're a guy, and a mighty cute one, too, if you ask me.&nbsp; But I watched you with the clothes.&nbsp; You loved it.&nbsp; I have no idea what's going to happen to you once you leave, but just think about her.&nbsp; You'll be fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lower my head, feeling myself blush at what he says. I nod very slightly. "Um... so, what else do I need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've got your clothes set aside.&nbsp; Pick an outfit for now, and I'll make sure the rest is delivered.&nbsp; What's your name, kid?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Greg. Or... it was Greg, anyway." I look at my options, bite my lip for a moment... "Well, I guess the ballgown's out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would make a heck of a first impression.&nbsp; Want to try one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 14:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taken aback as he takes the joke seriously, I blink, then nod. "If, if you think it would work..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 02:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He steps back and looks at you critically.&nbsp; "Oh, you're delightful.&nbsp; Warm or cool colors will work fine.&nbsp; Something daring.&nbsp; I have a lovely peach gown.&nbsp; Come with me."&nbsp; He excitedly hurries towards a back corner.&nbsp; "I've been saving this one for someone special."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 03:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take a deep breath, suppress a shiver of fear - or excitement? - and follow, glad not to be wearing high heels as he hurries off. Wondering what he's going to make me - let me? - wear now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 04:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stops at a rack back in the corner.&nbsp; He pulls out a construction of pale orange silk almost larger than he is.&nbsp; "Here.&nbsp; Why don't you start putting this on.&nbsp; I'll find garters and heels.&nbsp; And some pearls.&nbsp; You'd look good in pearls."&nbsp; He hands you the dress, and scurries off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:26:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will?" I murmur as he hurries off, leaving me with this beautiful pink gown. The idea of wearing it... of becoming the girl who <em>should</em> wear it... chills me. And excites me.<br><br>Putting it to one side, I slip off the flat shoes I'm wearing, and start to undo the blouse I have on. <br><br>I gaze at the gown as I undress. "I'm going to be a girl..." I whisper numbly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The silk rustles as you touch it, smooth.&nbsp; Silky.&nbsp; You pull it over your head, and let it settle on your shoulders.&nbsp; You feel its heavy weight, and wonder how you're supposed to zip up the back.<br><br>As you struggle with that, he returns, arms full of accessories.&nbsp; He sets them down.&nbsp; "Here, let me help you with that."&nbsp; He brushes your hands aside, and zips it up.&nbsp; "Now.&nbsp; The rest of it."&nbsp; He holds up two pairs of stockings, one black with elegant roses twining up the leg, the other pure white.&nbsp; "Which do you like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Setting aside my slacks, I feel the cool underskirts brush against my legs as the skirt settles. <br><br>Mmm...<br><br>I cant stop him fastening me into the dress, feel its bodice tighten around me. <br><br>Breathless, I whisper "white...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles.&nbsp; "Excellent choice.&nbsp; Of course, I'd have said the same thing if you'd picked black."&nbsp; He waves you to the seat.&nbsp; "Sit, sit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:05:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stumble towards the seat, feeling the skirt sway around me, the bodice push my stomach in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you sit down, he collects one of the stockings.&nbsp; He takes your foot in his hand, and starts to roll it on.&nbsp; His fingers have a gentle touch.&nbsp; He smooths and straightens the fabric as he moves up your leg.&nbsp; "Could you lift the dress, please, dear?" he asks as he reaches your knee.&nbsp; "It would help me see what I'm doing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I find myself trembling at the touch of the silk as he slides it on. I blush brightly as he asks me to lift the skirt, and do as he tells me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:36:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers slide up your thigh, smoothing the silk along your skin.&nbsp; He adjusts the elastic to hold the stocking up, intimately far up your leg.&nbsp; "There," he says, finishing up.&nbsp; "Now, the left one.&nbsp; How does it feel?"&nbsp; He withdraws his hands, and starts readying the second stocking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It feels... wonderful," I admit with a blush, and move my left leg forwards, pointing the toes to make it easier for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He repeats the process with your left leg.&nbsp; "There's nothing like silk.&nbsp; Remember that, and accept no substitute, if you have a choice.&nbsp; None of those modern synthetics can replace it."&nbsp; He finishes, leaving ghostly reminders of the feel of his fingers when he was done.&nbsp; "Now, shoes."&nbsp; He sets out three pairs: black pumps; white pumps; and black slingbacks.&nbsp; All have three inch heels.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have you ever worn high heels before?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... Not before tonight," I admit, looking at them. My gaze lingers on the black pumps, and I raise my foot again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:12:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He picks up the black pumps, and slides them on.&nbsp; "Don't try mules right away, then.&nbsp; They're sort of tricky.&nbsp; And for heaven's sake, avoid platform shoes.&nbsp; They're just tacky.&nbsp; Unless you're trying for camp, don't wear them.&nbsp; You'd look like a stripper.&nbsp; Or a diva."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush brighter as I look down at my feet in the high heels. <br><br>"I don't look like a diva already?" I ask, only half joking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good heavens, no.&nbsp; Honey, you look like a lady."&nbsp; He stresses the last word.&nbsp; "Now, stand up and take a look at yourself."&nbsp; He takes your hands, and helps steady you.&nbsp; "Careful.&nbsp; Heels take getting used to."<br><br>He turns you around, slowly, so that you can see yourself in the mirror.&nbsp; Red hair flows over your shoulders.&nbsp; You feel a bit unstable in the shoes, but they add a bit of height, and make you look majestic.&nbsp; The bodice of the dress gives you cleavage, which the neckline shows off.&nbsp; He's right.&nbsp; Not a diva, except in the very best sense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at my reflection, blinking and seeing her flutter her eyelashes, gasping and seeing her chest rise and fall.<br><br>I am the most beautiful girl in the world.<br><br>"Yes," I whisper to myself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, dear, you're learning how to use your looks so quickly," he enthuses.&nbsp; "Now, let me put this on to complete it."&nbsp; He reaches around you to, and places a gold choker around your neck.&nbsp; He fastens it behind you.&nbsp; It was linked together with green stones.&nbsp; <br><br>"There.&nbsp; You're perfect.&nbsp; Devastatingly perfect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I whisper as I watch my mirror image stroke the choker around her pale, slender neck, watch her smile, so happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're gonna knock 'em dead, kid."&nbsp; He smiles ruefully.&nbsp; "I could dress you all day long, and do it again tomorrow, but it's just about time for you to move on."&nbsp; He pats you on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Time to decide what you want to wear out of here.&nbsp; Unfortunately, you should probably go practical, and not this.&nbsp; I'll pack everything else up and ship it.&nbsp; The powers that be will make sure it gets to you, wherever you find yourself.&nbsp; I don't take responsibilities for shipping delays, though, and delivery sometimes takes some . . . odd . . . forms."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 04:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink, turn and nod... glancing down at myself, the dress not fitting me as well as it does her... me... my reflection.<br><br>"Um. Well. Something with a skirt, I guess. If I'm going to be a girl, I should... be a girl." I blush brighter as I admit this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 04:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I approve."&nbsp; He pulls out an outfit of a calf length black skirt, and white blouse.&nbsp; "You can wear this with flats.&nbsp; Also, I suggest long socks until you have a chance to shave your legs."&nbsp; He smiles.&nbsp; "Be careful with that.&nbsp; Knees are pretty tricky, and the ankle gives some people trouble, too."<br><br>He waits for you to remove the dress, and hangs it carefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I murmur as he unfastens the dress and I take it off and pick up the soft, cool blouse and skirt. As he mentions shaving my legs I frown slightly. "I was figuring... they'd come pre-shaved. I mean, if I'm going to have all that long hair and all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:29:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey, these guys do magic, not miracles, no matter what they tell you.&nbsp; I still have to shave my face.&nbsp; Let me tell you, showing up to work with five o'clock shadow when you're the Clothes Fairy just doesn't cut it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:34:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I laugh, mostly out of surprise, but the smile lingers as I look at him. "Okay. Thanks for warning me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks pained.&nbsp; "Don't laugh.&nbsp; I picked the House of Truth, and I was sure that I was going to be the Queen of Fashion.&nbsp; Instead, I got these crappy wings."&nbsp; He brightens.&nbsp; "Lots of clothes, though.&nbsp; I'm counting on you to model my stuff properly.&nbsp; It's the only self-expression I get, and I don't even get to see the public reaction."<br><br>He finishes arranging the gown.&nbsp; "Let me show you to the exit.&nbsp; Just be ready, because you aren't going out to the same place you came in from.&nbsp; It can be disorienting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I bite my lip. "Thank you." I put an arm around him.<br><br>"I don't suppose if I invite you to see the reaction, they'll let you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 02:48:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles.&nbsp; "I doubt it, but if you can figure out how to talk to them, I'd certainly appreciate a kind word."<br><br>The two of you walk towards the door you came in.&nbsp; He pats you on the shoulder, and opens the door for you.&nbsp; "Good luck, kid."<br><br>You step through the door, into a sumptuous bedroom.&nbsp; It almost smells of old money, with dark wood paneling.&nbsp; The centerpiece was a king sized bed, covered by a deep red spread.&nbsp; Lying casually on one side was a handsome young man, wearing a charcoal gray suit.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah," he said.&nbsp; "At last.&nbsp; I do hope you end up being worth what I paid."&nbsp; He smiled, not entirely pleasantly.<br><br>You catch sight of yourself in a mirror over a dresser.&nbsp; You are you, wearing a blouse and skirt.&nbsp; She is not looking back at you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 18:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look back as I step through the door and murmur "thank you"... and then I look around the room, and start to whistle.<br><br>And then I see the man, and he sees me. "Paid?" I whisper to myself.<br><br>And then I see myself, and I gasp.<br><br>This certainly isn't my deepest desire. Is it his? A boy in drag expecting to be a girl?<br><br>I stop and stare at my reflection.<br><br>And then look at the door behind me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You find that there is no door behind you; you appear to have stepped out of thin air.&nbsp; There is a chuckle behind you.&nbsp; You turn, and the man is grinning at you.<br><br>"Yes, paid.&nbsp; MacGillicuddy has to pay his bills somehow, and he doesn't usually charge the marks."&nbsp; He shrugs with the arm he isn't leaning on.&nbsp; "That leaves people like myself.&nbsp; Jason Clark Hanson.&nbsp; You can use the Esquire or not, as you choose."<br><br>"You, by the way, are Claire.&nbsp; I've always wanted a Claire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:38:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn back, wincing at the mention of 'marks'. <br><br>"I... I don't look much like a Claire," I say warily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:47:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will.&nbsp; You will.&nbsp; For what I paid that huckster, I'm going to get a Claire.&nbsp; It will just take some work.&nbsp; Fortunately, I have the tools.&nbsp; We'll make the changes, get you shaped up, and then I'll decide if you are properly marriageable.&nbsp; You will make a lovely bride, I'm sure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes widen at the mention of changes, and marriage.<br><br>And I find myself shivering... and nodding?<br><br>"Is this going to hurt?" I whimper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't believe so, no, though I've never actually been involved in the process.&nbsp; Well, the first couple of times in a corset will probably hurt some, but I don't think that's what you meant."&nbsp; He stands up, like a snake uncoiling.&nbsp; "Let me get a closer look at you."&nbsp; He stands up, and you realize how tall he is.&nbsp; He stand in front of you, and you come up only to his chin.&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; The correct height." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod slightly, and suppress a shiver as he approaches, looming over me. "Good," I murmur, relieved that he's pleased.<br><br>'Corset?' The word echoes in my mind. Frightening. Fascinating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He places his hands on your shoulders.&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; A little bit wide.&nbsp; I suppose getting them properly delicate might hurt a bit."&nbsp; He slides them down your sides.&nbsp; "As might giving you some hips.&nbsp; Not too much, of course, but something.&nbsp; Shaping your legs properly likely won't involve the bone structure any, so I think that means no pain."<br><br>He lifts your chin with a finger, forcing you to look up at him.&nbsp; "You are some delightfully demure.&nbsp; A sign of proper subservience, I hope.&nbsp; Good facial structure, too.&nbsp; I must compliment MacGillicuddy on his work.&nbsp; It took him a long time to find someone that meets my exact specifications, but he did well.&nbsp; Finally."<br><br>"So, Claire, are you hungry?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:20:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lower my eyes as he talks about making me delicate, and giving me hips... but meet his gaze as he lifts my chin.<br><br>Demure? Subservient? Is that what I am? What I'm going to be?<br><br>As he asks if I'm hungry, I nod slightly and whisper "Yes, sir."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well.&nbsp; I will ring down and have Cook prepare a cold lunch.&nbsp; In the meantime, we will start the process.&nbsp; A couple of minor changes, and then some food."&nbsp; He stares into your eyes the whole time, pinning your attention in place with the sharpness of his gaze.<br><br>He breaks the connection, without letting go of your chin.&nbsp; "Monique, tell Cook to prepare a cold lunch.&nbsp; Then bring that special tool kit I've been waiting to use here."<br><br>A muffled, "Oui, monsieur," comes through the door.&nbsp; <br><br>Hanson removes his hand, and sits back on the bed.&nbsp; "Now, walk around the room some.&nbsp; Let me see how much work we're going to have to do to make your stride ladylike."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes sir," I murmur, step away and start to walk, like the dresser advised. Head back, arms out slightly, swinging my hips a little even though I am wearing flat heels. I feel his eyes on me, as well as the skirt hugging my legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches you for a few moments, murmuring approval.&nbsp; "Very nice.&nbsp; Not perfect, but a good start.&nbsp; Keep your toes turned more inwards, though.&nbsp; Men walk with them pointed out at an angle, but it's not ladylike.&nbsp; Now, turn around in place.&nbsp; See if you can get the skirt to flare out properly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I murmur at his approval, and his pointers, and do as he says, walking and twirling for him. <br><br>I just seem to want to please him... to be feminine for him, to do as he tells me...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your pirouette is interrupted by the opening of the door.&nbsp; In walks a voluptuous blonde in an abbreviated maid's outfit.&nbsp; She's carrying a large wooden box with a hinged top.<br><br>Jason jumped off the bed, showing some excitement.&nbsp; "Oh, thank you, Monique.&nbsp; Just set it over there."&nbsp; He waves towards the vanity table against one wall.<br><br>"Now, Claire, please sit down, and we will get to work on making you who you really are."&nbsp; He takes your elbow, and guides you to the chair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink at the girl, smiling bashfully as being seen like this by a woman.<br><br>"Yes please," I whisper as I let him guide me to the seat, taking care to hold my skirt to keep it smooth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sits you at the vanity, confronting you with your mirror image.&nbsp; "Monique, stay and assist me.&nbsp; Franklin can bring up the food when it is ready."<br><br>He flips open the top of the box, and lifts out a couple of partitioned shelves.&nbsp; He places them on the table in front of you.&nbsp; You look down, and find that they are filled with an assortment of mundane household items.&nbsp; Makeup brushes.&nbsp; Jars of ointments with conventional labels.&nbsp; Scissors.&nbsp; All were things used to make cosmetic changes to one's appearance.&nbsp; None of them evinced anything special.<br><br>Jason picked out two jars, one a depilatory, the other an exfoliant.&nbsp; "Let's start with your face.&nbsp; You need smooth skin, after all."&nbsp; He opens the jar of depilatory, and a powerful, sharp odor assaults your nostrils.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at myself, so familiar, so plain... so male. How can this work?<br><br>Looking over the trays, I still don't know.<br><br>I wince at the smell from the jar, but I keep still. I know he wants me to. So I exhale, open my mouth slightly to breathe through it, and cose my eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 07:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gets some of the lotion on his fingers, and then starts spreading it along your jawline.&nbsp; The cream is cold, but his touch is thrilling.&nbsp; He slowly covers your lower face.&nbsp; It stings, almost like an acid, and the smell when he smears it along your upper lip is overpowering.&nbsp; He then starts stroking your throat, until he has covered all of the shadow hinting at your facial hair.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; We just need to leave it like that for a few minutes."<br><br>Your eyes are watering already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 07:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble, blinking to clear my eyes. "Can I tilt my head back, please?" I whimper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 07:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you may.&nbsp; Just don't get any in your eyes.&nbsp; I have other plans for those."&nbsp; <br><br>You hear the door open behind you.&nbsp; "Ah, the food.&nbsp; Just set it down over here, Franklin.&nbsp; Monique, a towel, please, so I can wipe off my hands."<br><br>You hear activity going on around you as you look at the ceiling.&nbsp; You think you can hear someone eating.&nbsp; A few moments later, "Monique, please get that stuff of her face.&nbsp; I want to keep my hands clean."<br><br>"Oui, monsieur."&nbsp; You feel a gentle pair of hands start wiping your skin with a warm, wet towel.&nbsp; The maid turns it into a sensuous experience.&nbsp; Soon, your face is clean, with only a lingering stinging sensation to remind you of what happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 17:39:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." I gaze up at the decorated ceiling, then close my eyes to lessen the sting. <br><br>I keep them closed as Monique gently cleans my face, wondering what this has done. Wondering what else is coming. Finding myself aroused as Jason calls me 'her'...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 04:21:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You look around.&nbsp; Jason is seated on a divan, eating from a plate of cold meats and pickled vegetables.&nbsp; He seems to be enjoying himself.<br><br>Monique looks down at you.&nbsp; "There, mademoiselle," she says in her thick French accent, "we have have taken care of those nasty whiskers."&nbsp; She looks over at the master.&nbsp; "Monsieur, should I take care of her skin, too?"<br><br>Jason finishes an onion.&nbsp; "Yes, please.&nbsp; Do that."&nbsp; He reaches for some salami.<br><br>Monique takes the second jar of ointment and opens it up.&nbsp; It, too, assaults your sense of smell, although more pleasantly.&nbsp; A spicy, almost cinnamon, odor wafts from the revealed cream.&nbsp; Monique begins to spread it along your forehead.&nbsp; It has a gritty texture, and is mildly abrasive as she starts to massage it into your skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I murmur a quiet "thank you" to the maid before she looks away, leaving me with tingling skin.<br><br>I know I have no say in this... somehow that excites me, as I close my eyes again and relax, trying not to grimace at the scratchy sensation of the compound being rubbed in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slowly works her way around your face, scrubbing everything from your hairline to your throat.&nbsp; She covers small patches at a time, massages it, and then wipes it clean.&nbsp; You can feel a difference everywhere she finishes, but you don't know what it means.&nbsp; You lose track of time as Monique's gentle fingers work your skin.&nbsp; You feel her breath on your ear, but she says nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>At last, she clears the final spot under your chin.&nbsp; "Sit up, dear, so you can see your new face," she whispers.&nbsp; You do so, and look into the mirror.&nbsp; She is right.&nbsp; It's a new face.&nbsp; The structure is the same but the skin . . . <br><br>It's smooth.&nbsp; Flawless.&nbsp; And so very soft.&nbsp; All of the tightness and weathering of the accumulated years is gone, along with any hint of facial hair.&nbsp; It even has adorable dimples when you smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:58:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And I do smile, after a moment of gazing wide-eyed with my mouth hanging open. I never looked so fresh-faced since I was fourteen or fifteen. I shift my head around, tilting it to look at myself from the sides. <br><br>"What next?" I ask in a breathless whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:59:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason claps his hands.&nbsp; "Come over here and sit next to me, so I can inspect the results.&nbsp; If all is satisfactory, you may eat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, sir." I push myself out of the chair, walk over and sit, taking care to keep the skirt smooth and flat under me, sitting primly to let him examine me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes your chin in his hand with a firm grip, and moves it this way and that, looking at you from every angle.&nbsp; He murmurs almost inaudibly as he does so.&nbsp; Then he starts running his fingertips ever so lightly over your face, feeling for any imperfections, not pressing against your skin at all.&nbsp; It leaves electric sensations along your cheeks.&nbsp; He touches you everywhere, finishing on your lips.<br><br>"Perfect," he says quietly at long last.&nbsp; "We are off to a grand start."&nbsp; He smiles at you.&nbsp; "Now lunch."&nbsp; He picks up a small piece of ham, and holds it up to your mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I close my eyes for him to touch my brow and eyelids, then open them again to gaze at him as his fingers rest on my sensitive lips.<br><br>I breathe a sigh of relief as he smiles approvingly. "Thank you, sir." With that, I crane my neck forwards and open my mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He allows you to eat the ham out of your hand.&nbsp; "Very nice.&nbsp; What would you like next?"&nbsp; He indicates the tray of food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I chew, swallow, smile, and lower my gaze to the platter. "Perhaps a piece from the large mushroom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:33:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He picks it up, and holds it out to you.&nbsp; "Nibble.&nbsp; Elegantly.&nbsp; Ladylike."&nbsp; You feel his hand on your thigh, gently caressing.&nbsp; "You are lovely, but we must train you to behave as what you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I glance down at his hand, then back to his eyes. "Please do," I murmur as I start.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason feeds you slowly, critiquing you as he goes.&nbsp; Soon, he has you eating in small bites, so very delicately.&nbsp; He dabs at your face with a napkin, making sure it stays perfectly clean.<br><br>His hand slowly works its way up your leg, and to the inside, until it rests right at the top, so close.<br><br>At last, he pulls away, and picks up the tray.&nbsp; "Monique, please take this back to the kitchen.&nbsp; You are still hungry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch, and his training, excite me more and more. I never wanted a man before, but I want him more than anyone in my life.<br><br>I try to hide a glimmer of disappointment as he pulls away. I try to think how to phrase this without demanding. "Will I always go hungry?" I finally ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles crookedly.&nbsp; "Are you developing an appetite?"&nbsp; Jason touches your hair.&nbsp; "I look forward to transforming this.&nbsp; Probably not next, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am," I murmur, lowering my eyes as he strokes my hair. "What next?" I ask, eager to be changed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Slowly, slowly, my dear.&nbsp; All things in moderation."&nbsp; He smiles.&nbsp; "I enjoy tormenting you, and it seems that nothing will distress you more than doing this slowly.&nbsp; We are done with the transforming for today.&nbsp; Tomorrow morning, we will try something else.&nbsp; I'm not even sure what I want to do next."<br><br>He pulls a tin out of his jacket pocket, and opens it up.&nbsp; There is a collection of mints within.&nbsp; "Take one.&nbsp; Always, always take care of your breath after every meal.&nbsp; Nothing is less ladylike than tasting like your last lunch."&nbsp; He pops one into his own mouth.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can't quite hide the disappointment that he wants to drag this out... but if it's what he wants, that's what matters. <br><br>I retrieve a mint and place it in my mouth, moving it around the inside, drawing it out and getting as much use as I can from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the mint finishes dissolving, he puts his hand behind your head, and pulls you to him.&nbsp; His lips part, as he kisses you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes widen in surprise as he kisses me, then I feel myself responding, closing my eyes, my hands rise to rest on his strong biceps as I let his tongue touch mine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason holds your head tight to his, exploring your mouth.&nbsp; He tastes of spearmint.&nbsp; At long last, he releases you, and looks into your eyes.&nbsp; The corners of his mouth quirk into a smile.&nbsp; "Very nice.&nbsp; Now, let me explore your body."&nbsp; He starts touching you all over, feeling for the corners and crevices of your body.&nbsp; After several minutes, he begins to unbutton your blouse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch brings up conflicting feelings. It reminds me of how male I am, apart from my face - flat chest, body hair, muscles, some flab. But at the same time, his caress arouses me.<br><br>"I've never felt this way about a man before," I whisper as he starts to unbutton my blouse, exposing the empty satin bra underneath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 02:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly removes your blouse, then skirt, leaving you standing before him clad in the ill-fitting lingerie.&nbsp; He examines you closely, with both fingers and eyes, murmuring inaudibly to himself.&nbsp; At last he is finished, and looks up at you.&nbsp; "Now, dear, off with the rest of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 02:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush shyly and moan with soft arousal at his touch, then let out a shivering breath as he steps back and commands me to strip. I start to do so, fumbling with excitement as I slip of my shoes, undo my bra and flex my shoulders, roll down my tights which lets my arousal stand more obviously, free it entirely by taking off the panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 02:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Impressive.&nbsp; Such raw material to work with.&nbsp; You will be beautiful."&nbsp; He reaches out and taps your cock with his fingers.&nbsp; "This we will deal with last, and not until you can't stop begging me to take it away."<br><br>He leans back.&nbsp; "Now, undress me.&nbsp; With style."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper with pleasure at the idea of being made beautiful, and stiffen further at his touch. "Take it away," I murmur already as he suggests that trigger.<br><br>I look at him, steady my breathing, and look for where to start. After a moment's thought, I take the lapels of his jacket and start to remove it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He raises an eyebrow at you.&nbsp; "So easy.&nbsp; You're taking half the fun out of it."&nbsp; He makes it easy to remove his jacket.&nbsp; "Fortunately, the other half of the fun is more than sufficient."&nbsp; He makes you do all the work in removing his clothes.&nbsp; He is lean and muscular.&nbsp; His chest is covered with wiry hair, though not thickly.&nbsp; His suit smells of cigar smoke.&nbsp; As you remove his trousers, you find that he is as aroused as you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pause as he raises an eyebrow. "Well... as I understand it, I'm your desire. You want me to change, so... I want to change." I gaze at him.<br><br>As I crouch to slide down his trousers, I find myself looking at the bulge in his silk boxers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 08:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So pliable."&nbsp; He smiles.&nbsp; "I do think that, before I'm done, you'll be dainty.&nbsp; Soft.&nbsp; Subservient.&nbsp; Decorous.&nbsp; I think I shall end up keeping you.&nbsp; Now, get down on your knees, and remove what's left.&nbsp; See me in all my glory."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 04:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble at the descriptions of my future self. I never wanted this before... why do I want it so much now?<br><br>I wonder about this, but I can't deny it. Even as I get down on my knees and pull down his underwear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 08:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You have to work to get the silk over his swollen cock, then the boxers fall to the floor.&nbsp; You are left looking at it up close, a thin trickle of colorless fluid drooling out of the purple crown.&nbsp; "What do you think, my dear?"<br><br>He reaches down and puts his hands behind your head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at it, fascinated, worried, frightened, excited. I close my eyes and open my mouth for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly pulls your heads towards him, and you feel his cock slide in.&nbsp; He encourages you, giving pointers on how to give him the most pleasure.&nbsp; He works slowly, allowing you to get used to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What am I doing? What am I letting this man do to me? Make me do? <br><br>I feel myself blushing as I pleasure him, obeying his instructions, doing my best to stimulate him fully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:43:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your ministrations seem to work.&nbsp; He groans, and cums in your mouth.&nbsp; "Very good, my girl.&nbsp; Very good," he says as he withdraws.&nbsp; He sits down on the sofa again, looking at you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lower my gaze, ashamed - and proud - of what I have done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are very pretty when you blush, pet.&nbsp; Is it sex that embarrasses you, or is it me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:52:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The... the sex," I whisper, blushing all the more. "I never wanted to be with a man, until now. And now... it's all I want." I close my eyes, ashamed to be seen like this... part of me wanting the change to stop... but really wanting it to be done. "I never wanted to be a woman until now. Now it seems like I always have."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 00:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You never wanted to be with a man?&nbsp; So, you're a lesbian.&nbsp; That's okay.&nbsp; A real man can make you normal, and there aren't any more real than I.&nbsp; So, don't worry, you'll be fine."&nbsp; He smiles at you.&nbsp; "It's getting late, so you must be tired after a long day.&nbsp; I will have Monique show you to your bedroom.&nbsp; Tomorrow, we will work on . . . well, I'll make that decision in the morning."&nbsp; He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair.&nbsp; "Do you have any other questions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A real man," I whisper to myself and nod. <br><br>I lean in to his caress, my long-lashed eyes fluttering open to gaze at him. "How long until I'm ready?" I ask, hoping it won't be long. "Until I'm all woman..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:14:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles.&nbsp; "My dear, you already are all woman.&nbsp; Do not be confused by surface appearances.&nbsp; Don't worry, I am here to keep you from being confused.&nbsp; Tomorrow, we will alter those appearances some, and I will take you clothes shopping.&nbsp; I am so glad that Wyvern delivered you on a Friday night, so that I can be with you for the first couple of days."<br><br>It was Tuesday when you went to the Carnival.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush and nod in agreement with his comment, and smile excitedly at the idea of clothes shopping.<br><br>"It was Tuesday," I whisper, puzzled. "But then... I was a man..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:29:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason picks up a small bell and rings it.&nbsp; Monique opens the door almost immediately.&nbsp; "Sleep well, pet."&nbsp; The maid rests her hand on your shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, sir," I whisper as I let the maid lead me away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monique silently leads you out into the hallway, your bare feet cushioned by the lush rugs laid all along your path.&nbsp; Abstract paintings hang on the walls of the corridor.&nbsp; You pass three closed doors before Monique opens one, and leads you into a small bedroom.&nbsp; It is painted in a pale pink, with two paintings of flowers.&nbsp; There is a smaller bed, though it looks luxuriously soft.&nbsp; A writing desk occupies one wall, and a much smaller vanity than that in the master bedroom another.<br><br>Monique bends over, and turns down the bedclothes.&nbsp; "There you are mademoiselle.&nbsp; You should be most comfortable here."&nbsp; She turns to face you, a sly smile on her face.&nbsp; "You seem a bit engorged, mademoiselle.&nbsp; Would you like me to take care of that for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow as if in a dream, dazed, excited... aware that I am away from the man who now controls me... and still wanting to be near him.<br><br>I gasp and feel my blush returning as Monique looks down at my... 'manhood'. <br><br>"That's... that's for the master," I admit. I <em>want</em> her to excite me... but now I imagine myself <em>looking</em> like her instead.<br><br>"How... how did you come to work here?" Was she another... willing victim?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:56:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I chose the House of Truth, mademoiselle."&nbsp; She leans forward, allowing you to look down her cleavage.&nbsp; "Are you sure that you do not wish for my help?&nbsp; I, too, belong to our master, so it could not be said that you are giving away what he owns, since anything you give to me is still his."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wh-what was the truth?" I stammer, gazing at her, imagining how her pretty little uniform must feel to wear. This thought seems to arouse me all the more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She waves her hand, indicating the house.&nbsp; "This is the Truth, mademoiselle.&nbsp; I am the maid.&nbsp; What comes before, that is what is false."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What came before?" I ask gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you asking what delusion I had before I was here, mademoiselle?"&nbsp; Her mouth quirks in a grin.&nbsp; "I was a lawyer, mademoiselle.&nbsp; A lawyer in Chicago.&nbsp; I was smart.&nbsp; Powerful.&nbsp; I made partner at 29.&nbsp; I was a bitch.&nbsp; A powerful, snotty, stuck-up bitch.&nbsp; And I was unhappy, though I didn't know it.&nbsp; It took the master months to teach me my proper place."&nbsp; Her smile brightens.&nbsp; "Now, I am happy, mais non?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:19:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gulp slightly at the idea. "Months?" I whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oui, mademoiselle.&nbsp; I believed the delusions very strongly.&nbsp; I was a hard woman.&nbsp; I envy you your easy acceptance of the Truth."&nbsp; She smiles.&nbsp; "I suspect that you chose the Fountain, that probably explains it."&nbsp; She reaches out and touches your cock.&nbsp; "May I serve you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. I'm his desire... and now he's mine." My penis twitches at her touch. "I'm for him," I say, apologetically. "If I'd seen you before, yes... but now... I'd rather <em>be</em> you than be <em>with</em> you." I lower my gaze, feeling ashamed at my changes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:29:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She removes her fingers.&nbsp; "Very well, mademoiselle."&nbsp; She leans forward and whispers in your ear, "If I may ever serve you, let me know."&nbsp; She pulls away.&nbsp; "Sleep well, mademoiselle."&nbsp; Monique turns and leaves the room.&nbsp; She adds an extra twitch of her ass as she does.<br><br>You are alone, for the first time in . . . you have no idea how long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I whisper, breathless.<br><br>Watching her wiggle her bottom, I imagine that silk and lace on mine, and my erection rises again. <br><br>Ignoring it, I stumble over to the vanity, to see if I have anything to wear to bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There are no clothes hanging.&nbsp; You find a closet door, which opens into a chamber that may be larger than the room itself.&nbsp; It is currently bare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp at its size... and frown at its emptiness. "Nothing?" I sigh to myself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The empty shelves, hangers, and shoe racks stare mutely back at you.&nbsp; They want to be filled, but don't know how to ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope I'll have plenty to wear once I'm finished." I sigh softly and close the closet door. I fondly remember the peach satin gown I wore... the girl in the mirror. "I hope I'll be her..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You look around, and realize that there are no electric lights.&nbsp; A lamp gutters on the bedstand, and another in a low sconce over the vanity. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Strange," I think. "Nothing looked that old-fashioned..." I open the drawers in the bedstand. Perhaps there's a nightdress in here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The drawers are also empty.&nbsp; The room has no character as yet.&nbsp; It waits for an occupant to give it one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll have plenty soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 03:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You lift the glass on the wall lamp and blow it out.&nbsp; You gaze around the room one more time, and climb into bed.&nbsp; Extinguishing the other light drops you into darkness.&nbsp; You slide under the quilts, into a feather bed.&nbsp; It is warm, soft, and cozy as the bedding envelopes you.&nbsp; You slide quickly into sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Your dreams are troubled, swirling from old to new, male to female, and independent to subservient.&nbsp; Monique teases and torments you, while Jason looks on sternly.<br><br>It ends at last.&nbsp; You wake up, feelingly surprisingly refreshed, sun glowing through curtains to your left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I rise from the bed, rubbing my eyes... feeling the softness of my cheek.<br><br>"It wasn't a dream... I'm really... turning into her."<br><br>The idea gives me a mixture of excitement and fear as I stumble over to the curtains, to let the light in and look at the world outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 05:51:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your room is on the back of the house, the third floor, and it looks out on an elegant garden.&nbsp; Everything is the green of early spring.&nbsp; The leaves are just beginning to bud on the elm trees you can see in the distance.&nbsp; The sun is well up in its climb through the sky, and the gardener is hard at work, trimming dead branches off of the elaborate rose bushes.&nbsp; There are several small streams flowing through it that merge into a creek on the far side of the garden.&nbsp; You don't see any evidence of an end to the property.&nbsp; <br><br>The door behind you opens.&nbsp; "Breakfast, milady," comes Monique's voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 16:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn and smile, a little shyly, still holding the top sheet around my waist. "Uh, bonjour," I say quietly. "It seems... strange that you're already calling me milady. I'm not... yet." I glance down at my still male body. <br><br>"And, ah... I don't have any clothes." I imagine Jason wanting to keep me naked until I'm 'complete', but is that practical?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 04:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she sets down the tray of food.&nbsp; "You must understand, milady.&nbsp; Master Jason does not accept reality.&nbsp; He creates it."&nbsp; The says this without a hint of a smile, as if it is in complete sincerity.&nbsp; "If he says that something is real, then it is.&nbsp; You are a lady."<br><br>You see a steaming china pot with a cup, a glass of juice, a bowl of fruit and a plate with a small omelette.&nbsp; "As for clothes, after breakfast, some will be provided for your shopping trip.&nbsp; After some changes, of course."<br><br>She turns to leave, adding a bewitching twitch to her bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod as I note her expression when explaining this, and calling me a lady. <br><br>I take a seat on the bed, looking at the tray thoughtfully. I gulp softly at the mention of a shopping trip... and changes. And feel myself start to stiffen at both those ideas. <br><br>Putting these thoughts aside as much as I can, I gulp down the glass of orange juice, pick up the knife and fork and start to cut up the omelette.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything tastes marvelous.&nbsp; The only fault with it is how quickly it is gone.&nbsp; As you finish, the door opens and Jason walks in.&nbsp; "Good morning, darling.&nbsp; Did you sleep well?"&nbsp; He is wearing a pair of grey slacks and white polo shirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:35:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I set down my teacup and gaze at him. "Somewhat. I had... strange dreams. About who I was... about Monique teasing me... It all seems so strange."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:41:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I realize that you are still experiencing some confusion about your identity.&nbsp; Never fear.&nbsp; It will all come with time and practice.&nbsp; Today, we are going to get some clothes, so that you can get started.&nbsp; First, though, we need to make some changes so that we buy the proper sizes.&nbsp; This is the part that I fear will be somewhat painful.&nbsp; I understand your innate frailty, but rest assured that it should only take about an hour.&nbsp; After that, I will make sure that nothing like this ever happens to you again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod slowly, taking a deep breath to steady my pulse, fear and excitement joining as nervous anticipation. <br><br>That last comment makes me wonder... how else would something like this happen to me?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:52:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come with me, then.&nbsp; And drop the silly sheet so that Monique can put it back on the bed.&nbsp; Your body is mine, and I want to look at it."&nbsp; He opens the door for you, back into the hallway, and leads you back to the study you were in last night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let the sheet go, letting him see my dull male body and my partial hardening as I follow along behind him, glancing around furtively, until we reach the study. I look over at the door I arrived through. It seems so long ago now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:00:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You see Monique standing to one side.&nbsp; There is an other man there, short and pudgy.&nbsp; He is holding a tape measure.<br><br>Jason points at you, and then the middle of the room.&nbsp; "You.&nbsp; There."&nbsp; He rummages through the box of magical supplies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink, the obey, stepping quickly to the point on the floor he indicated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:11:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason pulls on a pair of rubber gloves, then turns around.&nbsp; He is holding a small mallet, a tub of some sort of goo, and a couple of shaping tools.&nbsp; "Monique, come over here and hold these."&nbsp; He holds out the tools, and she takes them from his hand.&nbsp; He lifts the lid off of the tub, and scoops some out on his fingers.&nbsp; "This might sting a bit."<br><br>He starts to spread it along the tops of your shoulders.&nbsp; It does more than sting.&nbsp; You can feel it seeping into your bones.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:16:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at the mallet, even as he sets it down and hands the strange tools to Monique.<br><br>I nod as he tells me this might sting, then gasp as I feel it start to work its way inside. I close my eyes, feeling them watering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You feel a tap on your right shoulder, and you can tell that it has splintered the bones.&nbsp; It repeats on the other side.&nbsp; "Now, we can begin."&nbsp; He places his hands on either side of you, and pushes.&nbsp; Your shoulders start to narrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try to suppress a yelp of pain as my bones crack, my arms going numb. I can barely feel it as he grasps them and starts to push them inwards. I stare at his hands, open-mouthed, shivering with pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:33:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eventually, he seems satisfied.&nbsp; "Otto?&nbsp; Measurement, please."&nbsp; You can feel the other man step up behind you, and he wraps the tape measure around you.&nbsp; "Very good, sir.&nbsp; Perfectly symmetrical, and exactly the size you were looking for."<br><br>He grunts in response.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; Now for the detail work."&nbsp; He takes a putty knife, and begins shaping the bones visible through your skin.&nbsp; He pays particular attention to your clavicle, then again as he moves around on your shoulder blades.&nbsp; At last, he seems satisfied.&nbsp; He hands the tools back to Monique, and grabs a second tub that you hadn't seen before.&nbsp; "Now to set them in place."&nbsp; He spreads this gently on your shoulders, so that he doesn't disturb the soft bone.&nbsp; You feel this seep in, like the last, only you can feel everything harden and knit into place.&nbsp; The pain disappears, replaced by a ferocious itching inside your body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:38:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel close to fainting as he cuts and shapes me... then the itching stirs me awake. I grit my teeth and, now I can move my arms again, clench my fists. "Will - will the itching go away?" I manage to gasp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, certainly, dear.&nbsp; It just takes the body a while to realize that it has already healed.&nbsp; It should go away by lunchtime."&nbsp; He steps back.&nbsp; "Hmmn.&nbsp; The hips are going to need to come out.&nbsp; The ribs in, to provide a better waistline.We can worry about the thighs another day.&nbsp; Oh, and those feet are not ladylike at all."&nbsp; He reaches for the first tub of goo.&nbsp; He begins to spread it along your left hip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I wince as I feel my leg buckle as my hip shifts out of place. "I... feel like I should lie down..." I sway in their grasp, close to - wanting to - faint dead away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's a bar over your head.&nbsp; Reach up and grab it if you feel that you are going to lose your balance."&nbsp; He never looks up.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, this has to be done upright."&nbsp; He does the same one your right.&nbsp; Then he takes two pairs of large forceps and, in a feat of dexterity, uses them to grab the hip bones on either side, and then pulls them apart, widening them.&nbsp; He soon calls for the tape measure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:56:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I open my stinging eyes, raise my hands weakly, grasp the bar, grit my teeth and hold tight.<br><br>Even so, I can't hold in a shriek as he wrenches my hips apart. <br><br>I nearly slip, but feel a hand - his? Otto's? - steadying me.<br><br>Tears of agony roll down my cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do not be afraid to cry out," Jason says as he gets to work on the details.&nbsp; "We all understand women's weakness, so there isn't the shame of it that there would be if you were male."&nbsp; He stands up.&nbsp; "Very nice."&nbsp; He takes hold of you by your chest.&nbsp; "Otto."&nbsp; <br><br>The tape measure wraps around you.&nbsp; "Once again, perfect.&nbsp; One would think you had done this before."&nbsp; A smile passes between them, then Jason sets your hip bones.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I choke down a scream as the itching runs through my hips. My genitals shrivel up, almost sliding inwards with the extra space they now have. <br><br>Blinking away tears, I just notice Otto's tone and their look. Have they done this to other men?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:14:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason turns to Monique, "You remember all of this."<br><br>"Oui, monsieur."&nbsp; There is just a hint of long suppressed fear on her face.<br><br>He turns back to you.&nbsp; "She was built like a boy when I got her.&nbsp; No hips.&nbsp; No tits.&nbsp; You should have seen the hair.&nbsp; Now look at her."<br><br>Monique lifts her skirts and leans forward, allowing you to see her generous curves and ample cleavage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:18:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at her, more into her eyes than at her body. Will he throw me away like this if he isn't satisfied?<br><br>And... "Will I look as good?"<br><br>I'm not sure I want to know the answer...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:21:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, much better.&nbsp; Monique is just the help, after all.&nbsp; We can't have her outshining the lady of the house."&nbsp; He goes to work on your ribs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:25:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The... lady of the house..." I echo, gasping for air. Then my knuckles whiten as I grip the bar as my ribs crack and bend under his touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:29:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sculpts them so that they make a good line from your new shoulders to your waist.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again, he steps back to examine you critically.&nbsp; Only when he is fully satisfied does he set them in place.&nbsp; "What do you think, Otto?&nbsp; Do we need to do the waist today?"<br><br>"Oh, definitely, sir.&nbsp; There's too much to take in for anything you buy today to fit properly."<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; After the feet."&nbsp; He looks at you and smiles.&nbsp; "I am very pleased with you, darling.&nbsp; You're handling this like a trooper."&nbsp; He leans forward and kisses your forehead.&nbsp; "Now you can sit down.&nbsp; Weight off your feet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:35:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look back, trembling with pain and shock, forcing a smile as he kisses my forehead. I can barely take my hands off the bar, they're locked so tight. But he has his hand on my back, lifting me, guiding me down to the seat. I almost collapse into it, pain shooting through me with every movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Otto, you're the artist.&nbsp; You should probably do the feet.&nbsp; We don't want them to turn out like Monique's now do we?"&nbsp; He smiles, and it is clear that this is his attempt at self-deprecation.<br><br>"No, sir."&nbsp; Otto hurries forward, and kneels down in front of you.&nbsp; He begins manipulating one foot, then the other.&nbsp; His hands are soft, and his grip simultaneously strong and soothing.&nbsp; "Excuse me, miss.&nbsp; I need to get some gloves."&nbsp; He stands up, and fetches some from the dressing table.&nbsp; He snaps them on, smiling at the sound.&nbsp; Kneeling again, he takes the first tub, and gathers a small amount of goo on his fingers.&nbsp; He spreads it over your left foot.&nbsp; You can see that he uses much less of it than Jason did, and the pain is not nearly so intense.&nbsp; He slowly and carefully crafts a delicate, ladylike foot.&nbsp; Seemingly more confident than Jason, he sets it without the critical examination, and begins on the other.<br><br>"May I suggest, sir, that we should do her hands as well?&nbsp; I'm looking at them, and I'm confident that you won't be happy with them if we leave them as is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:44:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I glance over at Monique's feet... the idea that something might be wrong with them, with her, chills me through the numbing pain.<br><br>Gritting my teeth, I watch Otto work me over, change me... lifting one foot and then the other as he requires... happy for him to do this to me, to erase another part of my male self...<br><br>I follow his gaze to Jason as he points to my hands... I want this all to be done and over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nods.&nbsp; "I trust your judgment, Otto.&nbsp; It's why I pay you, after all.&nbsp; Do what you think is best."<br><br>Otto nods, and quickly your hands have been altered as well.&nbsp; He steps back, and you look at your new, delicate, fingers.&nbsp; The skin is still rough, and the nails ragged, but the shape is so much more beautiful.&nbsp; Otoo is, indeed, an artist.&nbsp; They also do not itch nearly as much as your torso.<br><br>"Would you like to look at yourself in the mirror, my dear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I extend my hands and splay my fingers to let him work at them. My hands, something I'm so used to seeing, are massaged, bent, broken, changed. <br><br>I look up, wipe away my tears, and nod. "Is... is this all for today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We still need to do your waist, but that doesn't involve working with any bones.&nbsp; You made it through the worst part of bringing out the real you.&nbsp; Everything after this morning will be easy."&nbsp; Otto goes to the box, and puts away the tools.&nbsp; He pulls off the gloves, and drops them into a sealable plastic bag.&nbsp; Jason does the same.&nbsp; "Thank you very much for your assistance, as always.&nbsp; Monique, please take him and give him his payment."<br><br>"Oui, monsieur," the maid says with a wicked smirk on her face.&nbsp; She takes Otto's hand, and leads him out of the room.<br><br>Jason leans against the table, and looks at you.&nbsp; "It's just us."&nbsp; He reaches over, and pulls what looks like an enormous elastic bandage out of the box.&nbsp; "Now for your waist.&nbsp; Stand up, dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I murmur a quiet, strained "thank you" to Ottofor his work. <br><br>After watching them go, I put my sensitive new hands on the arms of the chair, push myself unsteadily to my small new feet, feeling my hips sway and my legs wobble before I force myself upright.<br><br>I look at the bandage. "I... half expected a corset or something," I admit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:52:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles.&nbsp; "You have the principle exactly right.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the folks who send me the equipment don't have much of a fashion sense."&nbsp; He walks up to you.&nbsp; "Now suck your stomach in."&nbsp; He starts wrapping the bandage around your waist, pulling it uncomfortably tight, and then a little tighter.&nbsp; When he is finished, it constricts you from your lower ribs to your pelvis.&nbsp; "There," Jason says, "that should do the trick.&nbsp; Now it's time to get dressed so we can go out.&nbsp; You have an appointment at Gerard's at 11." <br><br>He reaches behind the door, and pulls out a hanger with clothes.&nbsp; There is a brown skirt, with a soft green blouse.&nbsp; "There's stockings in the drawer here," he pulls it open, "and a pair of boots next to the desk.&nbsp; If necessary, I can fetch you a sweater if you think you'll be chilly.&nbsp; Be downstairs in ten minutes, ready to go."&nbsp; He bows slightly, and departs the room, leaving you standing there alone, holding a hanger of clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 02:55:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I do as I am told, sucking in my gut and letting him bind it, seeing my shape being manipulated to suit the rest of me as it is now... so much of me reshaped, but not all... not enough. <br><br>I look at the clothes curiously. I expected something more... racy? Showy, perhaps. I nod in acceptance of his demand, bob in a slight curtsey as he bows, and set the clothes down, swaying - wobbling - over to the underwear drawer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 02:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You find a garter belt and stockings.&nbsp; There is also a bra and panties.&nbsp; You have trouble getting the panties around your new hips, but manage.&nbsp; It all feels very strange.&nbsp; <br><br>In the mirror, you see yourself.&nbsp; You look strange.&nbsp; You now have very distinct feminine curves, and yet the rest of you remains male.&nbsp; You are caught in the middle, neither one thing, not the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 16:58:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"God, I wish I was a woman..." I sigh to my warped reflection. My new panties tent slightly... the idea continues to arouse me now.<br><br>I slip on the matching silk bra, which sits empty over my still male chest. Perhaps there's something to pad it with. <br><br>Frowning, I clip on the garter belt, and sit to carefully roll the stockings on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 00:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They roll on easily enough, but you can't seem to get the seams straight.&nbsp; Every time you tug one section into place, another moves out.&nbsp; Eventually, Monique pops her head in.&nbsp; "Ooooh, would you like help with those?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 14:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look down at my legs, hugged by the black nylons, then back at Monique, and nod. "Yes, please."<br><br>Here I am, half changed into a woman, asking for help with the seams of my stockings. How did this happen to me? Why am I enjoying it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 21:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kneels down behind you, and smooths the stockings.&nbsp; Her touch is light and sensuous.&nbsp; It takes mere moments.&nbsp; She stands up, still behind you.&nbsp; "There we are," she says quietly.&nbsp; "I will show you how to do that.&nbsp; Later.&nbsp; Master Jason is waiting."&nbsp; She hands you the skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 23:59:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I find myself smiling at her touch, but more at what she's doing, working on improving my feminine appearance. <br><br>"Thank you," I murmur, taking my skirt, feeling the soft silk as I step into it and fasten it around my new waist, making sure my blouse is in place before smoothing it down. Mmmm... the beginning of my new life in skirts and dresses. I thrill at the idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 02:21:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You catch sight of yourself in the mirror.&nbsp; You look like a respectable, upper class lady - except that you do not yet look like a lady.&nbsp; "Come, Mistress Claire.&nbsp; The master awaits."&nbsp; She leads you out the door, and down to the entrance way.&nbsp; Jason is standing there.&nbsp; When he sees you coming down the curved staircase, he beams at you.&nbsp; "You look lovely, my dear."<br><br>A butler in a frock coat opens the front door for you.&nbsp; Jason takes your arm, and leads you out to the wide drive.&nbsp; There is a red roadster waiting.&nbsp; He opens the passenger door for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at myself, hints of my former male self still there... even with the satin blouse tucked in to show off my padded chest and cinched waist, the skirt brushing the knee and revealing the nylons underneath, the way wearing high heels makes my legs look... I feel ashamed to be... unfinished.<br><br>But as he smiles, I relax and smile back. "Thank you," I murmur. "For the compliment... and making me so."<br><br>I pause, thinking how to get into a car wearing a skirt. I hold my skirt flat as I sit at the edge of the seat, then let go, slide back and swing my legs in together. This seems to more or less work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:25:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason got into the driver's seat, and put the car into motion.&nbsp; "Would you prefer to work our way from the inside out. and start with lingerie, or the other way around?&nbsp; Either way, shoes come last."&nbsp; He has to yell to be heard over the engine and the wind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:33:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know, I've never shopped like that... I suppose start with lingerie?" I pause. "I know what sort of size my breasts were in the mirror, but don't know the numbers or... letters or anything. And... I'll need different panties once I'm finished."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:56:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very true."&nbsp; He seems to enjoy driving.&nbsp; "Rest assured that this is not the last time we will be shopping."<br><br>You see a small town coming up.&nbsp; Perhaps it is more a village, but as you enter, you see that it has some very fine shopping for a place its size.&nbsp; "It's not Paris or London, but it will do for starters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 07:03:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod and smile at the idea of going out again when fully changed. <br><br>I look at the stores as we drive past, finding my eye drawn to displays of women's clothing like never before. Imagining wearing what's on show... I look back as he speaks up. "I'm happy to stat anywhere." I think for a moment. "Will they ask about... my condition?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 07:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls into a parking spot.&nbsp; "What condition?"&nbsp; He gets out and opens your door for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 07:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That I'm not completely changed yet." I try to figure out how to get out of the seat. Swing legs out together, feet on ground... push up? pull up?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 07:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He helps you out of the car.&nbsp; "Good heavens, still focused on that?&nbsp; Yes, you are a woman.&nbsp; Make sure you act like one."&nbsp; He offers you his arm, and leads you towards a a store that appears to be a lingerie boutique.&nbsp; In a small village in . . . wherever you are.&nbsp; It seems out of place.&nbsp; He opens the door.&nbsp; "After you, milady."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 08:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I run a hand over my collar-length mousy hair, sure it doesn't pass muster, as I link my other arm with his, a reminder that I am smaller than him now, even wearing high heels. I concentrate on walking in them, feeling my garters stretch and my skirt skim my knees, the breeze through my stockings... glancing around subtly to see if anyone's looking at me.<br><br>I look back to the store... so many strange things, I have an urge to try them all, to know how it feels to wear them, to model them for him. I do wonder why it's here, though... How much of this town is his creation?<br><br>"Thank you," I murmur as I step inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 08:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside, the shop is warm and cozy.&nbsp; The shopgirl brightens as you enter.&nbsp; "Good morning, Mr. Hanson."&nbsp; She comes out from behind the counter, rasy cheeked, plump and young.&nbsp; "How can I help you today?"<br><br>"We need some proper attire for my new fiancee.&nbsp; We're working from the inside out, so we thought we'd start here."<br><br>"Oh, absolutely, Mr. Hanson."&nbsp; She looks at you.&nbsp; "Come with me, milady.&nbsp; Don't peek, Mr. Hanson," she says with a mock frown.<br><br>"Certainly not."&nbsp; He smiles back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 08:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile a little shyly at the girl, not used to being accepted like this. I notice that she knows his name... how many other women has he had like this? How many of them were originally women? <br><br>"Milady?" I think as I follow her, glancing back at Jason as he waits, reminded of the secret wardrobe room, wondering what I'm about to see... about to do... about to wear...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 23:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leads you through a curtain, and into the back of the store.&nbsp; It is filled with lingerie.&nbsp; All of it looks expensive, and none of it has a price tag.&nbsp; There is plenty of everything.<br><br>"Let's start by getting your measurements."&nbsp; She grabs a tape measure.&nbsp; "I'm Polly, by the way."&nbsp; She seems the type that is eternally pleasant and happy.&nbsp; "You'll need to take your clothes off.&nbsp; Measuring with them on just doesn't serve."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 04:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let out a slight gasp as I see all of this... I feel like I once did at a good restaurant... only with arousal adding to the temptation to try everything. <br><br>"I'm Claire. Or I..." I pause as she tells me to undress. "They're not my... finalised measurements," I say with a slight blush.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 05:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I know," said Polly.&nbsp; "I'd offer to sell you some cheaper stuff for the interim, but Mr. Hanson wouldn't like that."&nbsp; She starts matching bras and panties, humming softly to herself.&nbsp; "Normally, I only offer satin to his ladies, but we have some microfiber I want to try out."&nbsp; She looks at you.&nbsp; "Now, just a warning, he likes the panties to be tight in the front, so this set may be a bit uncomfortable."&nbsp; She looks a little embarrassed.&nbsp; "Sorry."<br><br>She hands you a white satin thong and a matching bra.&nbsp; "Did he say that you are his fiancee?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 05:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With that reassurance, I pull off my high heels, undo my skirt and step out of it, and unbutton my blouse, blushing as I expose my slight bulge and my padded bra. <br><br>"Uncomfortable will be fine..." I smile reassuringly. Although I wonder about his other ladies. Is that jealousy I feel?<br><br>I nod as she asks about my being his fiancee. "Yes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 05:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, good."&nbsp; She claps her hands together.&nbsp; "We've all been looking forward to this.&nbsp; The wedding is going to be fabulous."&nbsp; She is eager to help you, and seems entirely oblivious to any imperfections in you.&nbsp; "Oh, that looks great," she exclaims when you have the new lingerie on.&nbsp; She adjusts it a little.&nbsp; "Here, let me show you a trick about those bras that clasp in the back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink in surprise at her excitement. "I... wasn't expecting to be marrying him, I haven't known him long..."<br><br>Although the thng is tight, I love the feel of cool white satin. I nod agreeably as she offers to show me the trick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here, just take your hands like so."&nbsp; The clasp opens up.&nbsp; "You'll want to practice a bunch before Mr. Hanson watches you."&nbsp; She sighs.&nbsp; "That must be so wonderful.&nbsp; I'm jealous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try and close the clasp again, which is trickier. I smile slightly. "I'm sorry... I wasn't expectng any of this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, we never expect the best things that happen to us."&nbsp; She fetches another pair.&nbsp; "Here.&nbsp; This is the microfiber."&nbsp; She hands you a pair of pink boy shorts and a bandeau bra in the same color.<br><br>Polly leans closer to you and whispers conspiratorially.&nbsp; "So, is he, you know."&nbsp; She giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:47:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slip out of the satin and into the pink microfiber. "Very comfy," I agree. "Not as showy though, maybe?"<br><br>I blush at her question. "He's... a real man."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet he is."&nbsp; She has a dreamy look in her eyes.&nbsp; "It's not as showy, but it does show off your bottom very nicely."&nbsp; She runs her hands along your hips.&nbsp; "And it feels fabulous, too."<br><br>"We all get to go up to the house every year at Easter.&nbsp; It's a big party.&nbsp; And this year, you'll be there!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We?" I ask, noticing the touch across my reshaped bottom. "Did he create the town, or something? I know he's very powerful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 17:15:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if he created it literally, but most of us are here because of him.&nbsp; I mean, there are a few people here who didn't come through the Carnival, but not many.&nbsp; It was a sleepy little village before he arrived.&nbsp; Now look at it.&nbsp; It's got shopping, and a movie theater, and restaurants.&nbsp; It's perfect."<br><br>Polly holds out a black corset and black satin briefs with a brazilian cut.&nbsp; "You have an amazing figure, so you probably don't need this, but let's try it anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 03:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The idea of wearing a corset seems to arouse me - the thought of trying to make my body look more shapely and feminine. I nod excitedly, pulling the delightfully cool briefs over my hips and my small erection.<br><br>"Were you from the Carnival?" I ask as I adjust them and raise my arms to let her put the corset on me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 17:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yes," Polly says as she fits the corset around you.&nbsp; "I chose the Fountain.&nbsp; It was the best choice of my life."&nbsp; She starts to lace it up.&nbsp; "Have you ever worn one of these before?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 03:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," I admit. "I never dressed as a woman before I chose Desire. Now... I love to." I surrender to the corset.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 04:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I won't do it up too tight this first time."&nbsp; She pulls on the laces, and proves to be stronger than she looks.&nbsp; The air gets squeezed out of your lungs.&nbsp; If this qualifies as "not too tight," the future bodes ill.<br><br>Polly chats away cheerfully as she crushes your chest.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; The best choice of my life.&nbsp; Apparently, my desire was just to be happy.&nbsp; And I am!&nbsp; I don't worry about those extra fifteen pounds anymore, even if there's now twenty-five of them.&nbsp; I don't spend any time worried that no one likes me, even the popular girls.&nbsp; I only have sex when I really want to, and it's fabulous!&nbsp; I read trashy romance novels, and I don't care what anyone else thinks about it.&nbsp; And I don't ever have to talk to my mother."&nbsp; She ties off the laces.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; Now let's take a look at you."&nbsp; She turns you around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 04:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I wheeze and wince as she laces me up, pushing my chest up to form the start of a real cleavage, pulling my compressed waist in even tighter.<br><br>"Being happy sounds wonderful... I feel like I'm starting to be, like I will be in time. And I'm sure everybody likes you," I whisper and smile genuinely through my discomfort, as I turn around to let her see me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 05:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yes.&nbsp; He's going to love you in that.&nbsp; Definitely.&nbsp; Here, put on the panties, and look at yourself in the mirror."&nbsp; She guides you over to an alcove that shows your reflection on three sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 05:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pull the matching satin briefs tight over my reshaped hips, pulling up my penis and pressing it against my groin in a small bump as I admire myself in the gleaming black corset, smiling at the hourglass figure it gives me. I try to concentrate on the parts of me that have been changed, not the unfinished masculine parts, as I turn to see myself from different angles of the triptych mirror. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 06:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The skin of your face positively glows, flawless and rosy.&nbsp; It contrasts with the rest of your body, the covering of which remains unaltered, rough, and hairy.&nbsp; The shape of your torso cries out for a full pair of breasts.&nbsp; Your waist is narrow and your hips full.&nbsp; You are slim, and tall for a woman, but no one would describe your figure as boyish.&nbsp; Your legs are long, and still have the musculature of a man.&nbsp; Your small feet look a bit incongruous at the end of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Behind you, Polly sighs with admiration.&nbsp; "I'm a teensy bit jealous.&nbsp; You're so beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 01:56:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I grimace. "Not yet... in places. I look all wrong. I know I <em>will</em> be beautiful... I just hope I get there soon." I turn and look at her. "Not like you, you're lovely." I smile, despite a pang of envy that she's a real woman already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 05:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pshaw.&nbsp; I'm not beautiful."&nbsp; She smiles.&nbsp; "I'm adorable.&nbsp; It's altogether more fitting for who I am."&nbsp; She bustles about.&nbsp; "Is there anything you would like to try on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 00:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Almost everything," I say with a soft laugh. "I love wearing women's clothing now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 03:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, what would you like to try first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 03:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile excitedly as I gaze around the room. "Maybe a nightie... something silky..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 04:29:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooh, absolutely."&nbsp; Polly scurries over to the far corner of her demesne.&nbsp; She flips through a few things, and then comes back, holding up a pink lace teddy, and a lavender chemise cut low in the back.&nbsp; As she approaches, she drops the lingerie below her eye level.&nbsp; "Peek-a-boo."&nbsp; She holds them out.&nbsp; "Which one do you like better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 23:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lick my lips, excited to be presented with either opportunity. "The pink, I think... I like the idea of wearing pink." I gaze at the lace teddy on its hanger, imagining wearing it, being seen in it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 01:03:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wonderful."&nbsp; She sets the shemise aside carefully, and takes the teddy off of the hanger.&nbsp; She hands it to you.&nbsp; "You'll look great in . . . well, anything, but pink especially."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm going to be quite pale, and a redhead... when I'm completed. Will that matter? I want to look as good as I can..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Polly smiles.&nbsp; "I see the real you.&nbsp; You're going to look great, trust me.&nbsp; It's hard to go wrong with warm colors.&nbsp; Warm greens will be fabulous.&nbsp; So will most reds, yellows, and oranges.&nbsp; You'll need to be very careful with blue.&nbsp; You'll be all right in brown, but it would be a waste."<br><br>She starts lining up more possibilities.&nbsp; "Do you sleep in the nude?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink at this advice, nodding along slightly as I feel the lace in my hands.<br><br>"I... did last night, because I had nothing to wear to bed. I'd prefer to have things to try, at least, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then we'll need some nighties."&nbsp; She makes a face.&nbsp; "We'll also need some flannel nightgowns for when Mr. Hanson isn't around.&nbsp; I've been told that it gets pretty cold up there in the winter."&nbsp; She grabs some gowns of various lengths.&nbsp; "Where would you like to start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, something... long? Frilly... ladylike. I'd like to be a lady..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She holds up a full length silk gown in crimson silk.&nbsp; It has white lace trim around the bodice, wrists, and the bottom hem.&nbsp; "Here.&nbsp; I can get something that's all lace while you're changing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I murmur, gazing at the nightgown, taking it, feeling the soft, cool silk. Putting up the hanger on a hook, I start to slip out of my panties, freeing the arousal at the idea of wearing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:19:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Polly returns, holding a pale orange confection of lace.&nbsp; It has a high color and long sleeves, and yet would conceal almost nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh my," I murmur, even as&nbsp; slip the long silk nightgown on, feeling it flow over the smooth feminine parts of my body, having to slide it over the still rough, hairy male parts wishing them gone yet again. Each new piece excites me more with its femininity... the promise of my femininity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:36:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's marvelous.&nbsp; You look great in . . . well, everything, but long dresses, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't wait until I'm finished changing," I sigh as I smooth the gown down to cover the shape sticking out between my legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 01:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you'll be fine," Polly reassures you.&nbsp; "We all take some time to adjust.&nbsp; Even me.&nbsp; Being happy is harder than you'd think."<br><br>"That looks fabulous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 01:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn and inspect my reflection in the triptych mirror. "I can only seem to focus on the parts that are still male," I sigh, seeing my ugly old self intruding on this new life I want to embrace. "I suppose it's only been a day," I add with a slight shrug, trying to concentrate on my womanly new hips as I look at myself from behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She puts her hands on your hips.&nbsp; "That's right.&nbsp; Look here."&nbsp; She puts a hand on your face.&nbsp; "And here."&nbsp; <br><br>"I have another question.&nbsp; When it comes to lingerie, are you more concerned with appearance, or comfort?&nbsp; We all know that you are going to end up in what Mr. Hanson likes to look at, but I can steer things along the margins if it matters to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Appearance," I whisper without a second thought. "I know I should say comfort, but I want to be beautiful."<br><br>I look as she directs me, focusing on the parts of me that are ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, and we won't look at stockings here.&nbsp; In this town, hosiery is sold in the same boutiques as the dresses and skirts."&nbsp; She helps you out of the gown, and holds up the peach lace gown.&nbsp; "Shall we try it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:18:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes please," I say softly, blushing slightly at my exposed arousal at being encouraged to dress like this, quickly looking for the way into the new nightgown, feeling it in my hands as I do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:22:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Polly helps you into it.&nbsp; It is very snug at the hips.&nbsp; It would definitely restrict your ability to walk, given the lack of room all the way down your legs.&nbsp; Polly tugs it all the way down to your ankles.&nbsp; "This one is for admiring.&nbsp; It's kind of hard to play around in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look at myself in the mirror, shimmying slightly as I turn in the tight gown. "I imagine it could tear easily..." I imagine him tearing it off me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only if you aren't careful."&nbsp; She smiles, with just a hint of wickedness.&nbsp; "You are going to be careful, right?&nbsp; Mr. Hanson always gets angry when his clothes suffer damage.&nbsp; I can always tell, from the way everyone looks at each other when they come down for repairs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'll be careful." I nod, not wanting to make him angry. I look at myself wrapped in lace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:18:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed, the gown truly conceals nothing, though it shadows much.&nbsp; It is soft against your skin, snug rather than tight.&nbsp; In the mirror, it displays your new hips and waist, the new shape of you.&nbsp; You can feel the soft breeze of the ventilation against your skin.&nbsp; Behind you, Polly sighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shift my weight from one foot to the other to watch and feel it move on me, watching my new form.<br><br>"I love it," I whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you admire myourself in the mirror, Jason strides into the room.&nbsp; "Darling, I just got a call from the office.&nbsp; I have to go into take care of an emergency, so I'm afraid we're going to have to cut the trip short."&nbsp; He looks at Polly.&nbsp; "Just pack up the stuff you've selected and ship it up to the house."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as he comes in - and calls me 'Darling' - then nod as he says he has to go.<br><br>I look to Polly and smile. "Thank you." I sway towards the rack of clothes at the side of the changing room, ready to dress for outside again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you start to change, Jason looks at his watch impatiently.&nbsp; Polly smiles at his action, and then smiles at you sympathetically.&nbsp; She mouths, "Men," silently.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I open my mouth in surprise, unable to think of a response. I simply nod as I roll up my stockings and clip my garters in place, then shimmy into my skirt and slide my blouse into it before fastening it. It all seems almost familiar and normal, yet it still has the thrill of being 'wrong' and a reminder of my transformation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:26:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason leads you back out to the car and opens the door for you.&nbsp; When you are both settled in, he shoots the roadster down the road and back up to the house.&nbsp; He stays silent throughout the drive, but he seems angry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:30:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look at him thoughtfully, uncertain of my place. Should I keep quiet? Should I ask what the matter is?<br><br>I err on the side of caution, watching him silently, my concern - and worry - probably obvious to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:36:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls into the drive, and stops in front of the door.&nbsp; The butler steps out and opens your door for you.&nbsp; Jason looks at him.&nbsp; "I'll be back tonight."<br><br>"Yes, sir."&nbsp; <br><br>As soon as you are out of the car, he slams it into gear and the tires squeal as he departs.<br><br>"Well, miss, is there anything I can get you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:43:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch the car shrink into the distance. "Uhmmm... he was upset, has something happened? Or, should I not ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:46:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a hint of a smile on his otherwise bland face.&nbsp; "You are welcome to ask, Miss, but he doesn't confide in me, either.&nbsp; All I can tell you is that the office had strict instructions not to call him this weekend, so make of it what you will.&nbsp; Would you like something to eat?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:56:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Erm, yes please." I smile meekly. <br><br>But I do wonder about the call... it seems to be the first thing that hasn't gone his way since I arrived. That idea seems strange, even frightening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 04:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes you to a sun room looking out over the gardens.&nbsp; "Monique will bring you some food in a moment."<br><br>The sun afternoon sun shines in through the open window.&nbsp; The flowers are blooming and the grass is green.&nbsp; The scent of lilacs drifts into the room.&nbsp; Monique struts in a few moments later, carrying a plate of tiny sandwiches.&nbsp; "For you, mademoiselle."&nbsp; She sets them down in front of you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 04:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn from the garden as she approaches, still feeling the warm breeze running over my stockinged legs and the hem of my skirt. <br><br>"Thank you, Monique." I smile at her gently.<br><br>"Oh, ah, I had to replace my stockings... are my seams straight?" I push myself up to my feet, smoothing down my skirt, feeling quite natural doing so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 05:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks down.&nbsp; "Not quite.&nbsp; Were you in a hurry?&nbsp; It looks like it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 05:43:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try to adjust them. "Yes... Jason received a call. He... wasn't happy. We'd only gotten as far as the lingerie store."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:05:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooh," she breathes.&nbsp; "Someone's in a lot of trouble.&nbsp; Hopefully he finds someone to blame while he's there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So... things don't always go his way?" I ask as I sit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles.&nbsp; "They do eventually, even if he has to pave the way with someone's body."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... Just with all this power... I thought he wouldn't have to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, maybe he doesn't have to.&nbsp; He likes to."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, okay..." I think on this, and look back at her, then glance out across the lawn. "He likes to have a serpent in his garden."<br><br>"I just wondered... how well I'm taken care of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How so, Miss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 07:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm... dependent on him now. If he's like a... god obviously that won't be a problem..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 07:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tries in vain to stifle a giggle.&nbsp; "Mais oui, he is like a god."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as she giggles. "I know he's our god..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 06:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles again.&nbsp; "Mmm.&nbsp; Perhaps.&nbsp; No one knows where, exactly he comes from.&nbsp; Then again, we have no idea where we are, so it doesn't matter that much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 08:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod. "I just hope he'll be happy with me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles.&nbsp; "All signs so far point to yes.&nbsp; Is there anything I can get you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps some chocolate mousse... I don't have to watch my weight after all. And I have a terrible sweet tooth now." I smile casually.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 06:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will see what the cook can rustle up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 06:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Merci, Monique." I sit back, relaxing as much as I can in my state.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 00:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She returns shortly with some mousse.&nbsp; You happily sit there, watching the garden, eating your treat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 00:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." I smile genuinely at her as I accept it from her. <br><br>It is, of course, delicious. The best I've tasted. I sigh contentedly as I work through it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Time passes.&nbsp; You watch the sun drift to the west and the shadows getting longer.&nbsp; The sky has turned a brilliant orange as it sets when you hear Jason approach.&nbsp; You can tell before you turn around, just from the way his footsteps echo, that he is angry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:23:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did I doze off? Perhaps... time seems to pass at uneven speeds here. Or perhaps it simply flies when I'm having fun... almost perfectly content in my new life, just waiting for myself to be changed completely.<br><br>But I feel my breath catch as I hear Jason striding, <em>stalking</em> up. I stand and turn, self-consciiously smoothing my skirt as I prepare to greet him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scowls.&nbsp; "Come with me.&nbsp; There's been a change of plan."&nbsp; He turns and walks towards the stairway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:28:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I move to follow, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason storms up the stairs to the room where you first appeared.&nbsp; He holds the door open, awaiting you.&nbsp; He calls out, "Monique, your assistance is required."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I step over the threshold, glancing around quickly to see if anything new awaits me, before looking back to Jason, wanting to keep him in sight, partially from missing him as well as him making me nervous...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He offers you a tight smile.&nbsp; "Do not worry, darling.&nbsp; You are not the source of my anger.&nbsp; In fact, you are going to assist me in discharging at the person who is."<br><br>You hear Monique's heels clattering on the floor as she rushes to the room.&nbsp; She enters, slightly breathless.&nbsp; "Oui, monsieur.&nbsp; I am here."<br><br>"Claire, please sit at the dressing table.&nbsp; Unfortunately, we must accelerate your transformation and do it all tonight, if possible."&nbsp; He kisses the top of your head.&nbsp; "The price I extract will be even greater for stripping me of the pleasure of doing it slowly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take a seat as I am told, looking up as he kisses me from above. The idea of being completely transformed thrills me, but I worry about his reason. I glance over at Monique for her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll start at the top.&nbsp; Monique, the hairbrush."<br><br>Here face studiously blank, the maid pulls a brush out of the box and hands it to Jason.&nbsp; He takes it and starts running it through your hair.&nbsp; Wherever it touches the strands, they turn a glossy red.&nbsp; He runs the brush through tresses that grow longer with each stroke.&nbsp; You recognize the hair you are getting as that of the woman in the mirror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can't help but smile as I see the first strands of my hair grow long and turn red, thrilling at each soft brush stroke changing me more and more into the woman I want to be. While some of the changes have been painful but necessary, this feels wonderful, soft and loving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he is done, Jason lifts your new hair, feeling its weight and softness.&nbsp; "Very nice."&nbsp; He replaces the brush.&nbsp; "Stand up.&nbsp; You need ti be naked for the rest.&nbsp; Your face is now perfect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:36:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I murmur, genuinely grateful for the treatment as well as the compliment. I bend over to unstrap my high heels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:44:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you undress, he pulls out the bottle of cream that he used on your face last night.&nbsp; He watches intently as you expose yourself to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:50:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slip out of my heels, undo my skirt and slide it down with a bit of a wiggle, unbutton my blouse and shrug it off before I start to undo my garters... my panties bulging slightly as I give my man a show.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles at you as you do so.&nbsp; When you are done, he says, "Put your hands behind your head and stand up straight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush a little as I slip off my panties and expose my remaining masculinity, then step out of them, smiling, and stand as I'm told.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason scoops some of the lotion onto his fingers, and begins rubbing it into your chest.&nbsp; His fingers leave trails of sensation wherever they touch you.&nbsp; He works it into the skin down onto your stomach.<br><br>As he does so, you can feel the itching sensation where he started.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:11:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I grit my teeth against the itching, knowing not to scratch as it tightens and softens my skin all in one, blinking back tears of discomfort.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes another dose of the lotions, and spreads it across your underarm, and then down that arm to the wrist.&nbsp; He repeats it on the other side.&nbsp; "Soon, you will not be so hairy any longer, and be the lady you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I breathe, knowing my erection is strengthening at his words and what they promise... a strange reaction for it, but one I accept.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He steps behind you, and begins slathering the cream across your back.&nbsp; "It's not too bad back here, but that doesn't mean I'll miss it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nor will I," I confess, blinking my watering eyes as the cream hisses and changes me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Its pungent odor surrounds you, filling your nostrils.&nbsp; The itching turns into a slight burning sensation.&nbsp; Jason's hands work down to the top of your ass, then reach around and do the rest of your stomach.<br><br>You hear him peel the gloves off of his hands, then he steps in front of you, carrying a moist towel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do my best to stay upright as the itching turns to fever, the smell of burning hair stings my eyes... I have to be strong until I'm complete... then he can take care of me...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He starts to gently wipe the lotion off of your skin.&nbsp; It leaves a cool sensation behind, and the air feels different as it blows softly against your hairless skin.&nbsp; He finishes your chest and begins to clean off your arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 03:48:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile woozily in relief, glad to be through that. "What next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:07:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finishes wiping off your back.&nbsp; "Next your legs, then some clean up around your crotch.&nbsp; Then we use the pumice to make your skin smooth and flawless."&nbsp; He kneels down, and starts applying the lotion to the top of your left thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:13:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I say again as I feel you massaging the lotion into my thigh. "I'm sure I could do it if you prefer..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks up at you.&nbsp; "You are mine, and I will be the one that changes you to your true being."&nbsp; Your left leg is bathed and beginning to itch.&nbsp; He begins work on the right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As you prefer," I reply softly with a nod, feeling my long red locks flow around me bare neck, taking the offered seat as he works on my legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason stands up, and gets a fresh towel.&nbsp; He wipes the lotion off of your legs.&nbsp; "Now, spread your legs."&nbsp; He gets lotion on the tip of one finger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at the sensation of my legs being towelled off, and feeling so delightfully smooth. I can't quite to put on anoher pair of stockings...<br><br>I spread my legs wide for my master.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason takes his finger, and draws a line horizontally through your pubic hair two inches above your cock.&nbsp; He draws down from the corner, past your scrotum and behind it.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; That looks like what I want."&nbsp; He proceeds to cover all of the remaining hair outside that box with lotion.&nbsp; "Stand up.&nbsp; I need to do your bottom."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wincing at the heat around my genitals, I push myself up onto my feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:41:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He turns you around, and covers your cheeks with cream.&nbsp; He reaches between them to do the same.&nbsp; He grabs one last towel, and smiles at you.&nbsp; "We are almost finished.&nbsp; We need to scrub, and then add the final, irrevocable touches."&nbsp; He starts wiping you clean.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 04:20:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sway slightly from the stinging heat, but find myself smiling back at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 01:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason replaces the jar of cream, and pulls out the abrasive.&nbsp; He starts right where he left off when he did your face, just below your Adam's apple.&nbsp; His hands are surprisingly gentle as he massages the gel across your skin.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lean back and keep still to let him work on me, eager to see myself once this is done. And loving his hands stroking my skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He methodically but silently works down your arms, and then back to your torso.&nbsp; He pauses occasionally to wipe the gel off of you, leaving behind smooth, rosy skin.&nbsp; As your chest emerges, matching your face, it is the epitome of a peaches and cream complexion.&nbsp; There is just a hint of freckling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I glance down and smile as I see my ne skin being revealed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:49:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason moves lower.&nbsp; He reaches your cock, and strokes it, smoothing the skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:54:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It responds to his masterful touch. Already aroused, it rises and twitches, the better to be cleaned more thoroughly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason seems to take no notice of your arousal, and relentlessly moves on to your legs.&nbsp; Before long, he is done.&nbsp; Your new skin is whole, complete and flawless.<br><br>He stands, and smiles at you.&nbsp; "We're almost there, my dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile back, excited in several ways. I've been waiting for days to be a woman for Jason, I've never wanted anything more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 03:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses you gently on your forehead.&nbsp; "Almost done.&nbsp; Just two more items on the list."&nbsp; He takes some modeling clay from the box.&nbsp; He pushes a large blob of it into your chest, over your left nipple.&nbsp; You feel it adhere to your skin, remaining steady when he removes his hands.&nbsp; He places more on the other side.&nbsp; He brings out a putty knife, and starts sculpting.<br><br>"I knew those art classes my parents made me take would come in useful some day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look down, eyebrows rising at the cold clay being shaped onto my chest, my mouth hanging slightly open in disbelief. Even now, after all I have experienced, this surprises me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your new breasts take shape under his fingers.&nbsp; Ghosts of sensation tickle your body.&nbsp; He sculpts them carefully.&nbsp; They emerge, not too large, though proportioned to provide generous cleavage in the right bodice.&nbsp; He saves the large nipples for last.&nbsp; He sits back and looks at them, nodding in approval at his own work.&nbsp; He rubs his hands with a wet towel.<br><br>He looks at you.&nbsp; "They're almost ready."&nbsp; He takes a out brush, and a jar of milky white fluid.&nbsp; It looks like a glaze.&nbsp; He begins to apply it to the clay.&nbsp; As he does so, the feeling of real breasts explodes in your chest.&nbsp; The brush bristles tickle as the skin comes to life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp in shock and excitement as I feel the clay, feeling spreading out to the skin as it is now. My chest heaves... my breasts rise and fall as I catch my breath. "Oh... that's... wonderful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason finishes, and steps back.&nbsp; You look down, and realize that there is only one reminder of your masculinity remaining.&nbsp; "You're almost ready.&nbsp; I'm going to leave you one last memory of who you were.&nbsp; For the last time in your life, you are going to feel a woman's mouth on your cock."&nbsp; Monique glided next to him, with an enigmatic smile.&nbsp; "One last time chance before you learn to feel things inside you, not out."<br><br>The maid slipped to her knees, and slid her lips over your erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:43:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let out a soft moan of pleasure as the beautiful maid starts to work at my last male feature... gazing from her up to Jason, back to her, imagining myself in her shoes... on my knees in front of him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason's eyes never leave yours as Monique's lips and tongue do their work.&nbsp; You realize that she is very skilled as she quickly brings you to the edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lick my lips as I gaze at Jason as Monique works me expertly. I don't know what to do with my hands... they drift up to touch my new breasts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slides all the way onto your cock, taking you into her throat.&nbsp; Her nose touches the smooth skin of your abdomen as you climax.&nbsp; At last, she releases you, and looks up at Jason, smiling.<br><br>He ignores her.&nbsp; Instead, he leans forward and kisses you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:38:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I close my eyes and surrender completely to his kiss, feeling my softening cock twitch again at this contact, more exciting to me now than that was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Open your eyes."&nbsp; When you do, you see that he is holding a small knife, curved like a sickle.&nbsp; "It's time for the last step.&nbsp; As I told you last night, you have to beg for this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at the knife, feeling my hearbeat quicken. "Please. Jason, please take it off, please make me a woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 07:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, and reaches forward and takes a hold of your penis.&nbsp; You feel a peeling sensation rather than a cut as the knife makes contact.&nbsp; The sensation is like a bandage being pulled off.&nbsp; Before you even know it, it is done.&nbsp; You feel the difference deep within yourself.&nbsp; There is less outside, and so much more inside.<br><br>When you open your eyes, Jason is holding up an empty hand.&nbsp; "It is gone, never to exist again.&nbsp; My darling Claire, you are whole for the first time."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 02:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I whisper breathlessly, my voice soft and airy. I gaze at my beloved, smiling warmly. "Oh, thank you so much." I feel so happy I'm close to tears. I want to wrap my new arms around him and kiss him. I want to feel him inside my new vagina... I shiver with anticipation at the idea of him making love to me. But of course, it is his to make the first move...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 02:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a hint of a smile as he looks at you.&nbsp; Out of the corner of your eye, you see Monique slip out of the room.&nbsp; He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 03:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lick my lips excitedly, feeling how soft they are, as I watch him undress. My eye flicks to Monique and I smile at her as she leaves, then I look back to my man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 04:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He undresses slowly.&nbsp; Gracefully.&nbsp; His body is hard.&nbsp; As he takes off each article of clothing, he folds it neatly and places it on a chair.&nbsp; All of his movements are deliberate and precise.<br><br>He looks into your eyes the entire time he is undressing.&nbsp; As he places his underwear on the chair, he asks.&nbsp; "What are you thinking, Claire?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 00:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes are drawn downwards, admiring his body, his man. So much more of a man than I ever was, even before I realised I was meant to be a woman.<br><br>I look back up into his eyes as he speaks. <br><br>"I'm wondering what it will be like. I never imagined this until a few days ago... now it's my whole life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 02:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Soft.&nbsp; Easy.&nbsp; You won't have to make any decisions."&nbsp; He holds out his hands, to help you to your feet.&nbsp; "I will take care of all of your needs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 17:36:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take his hands, smiling brightly. "That sounds wonderful." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 02:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lifts you to your feet, and steps back.&nbsp; "Let me look at you."&nbsp; He scrutinizes your appearance slowly, from head to toe.&nbsp; His face is expressionless; his index finger crosses his lips as he cups his chin.&nbsp; You feel him look over every inch of your body.<br><br>Finally, he breaks the silence.&nbsp; "Turn around."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 16:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stand still and upright, poised like a model, to let him examine me. As he tells me to turn I do so, fighting the urge to look over my shoulder at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 06:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You stand, listening to him murmur comments you can't make out.&nbsp; He takes his time, leaving you glad that the room is warm.&nbsp; At last, you feel a finger press against your neck.&nbsp; It traces down your spine, until it rests at the top of the valley of your derrière.&nbsp; You feel his breath in your ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 18:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver at his touch, licking my lips, feeling my cheeks redden at this craved attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 01:26:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason's hands slide around your waist, and he pulls you into him.&nbsp; You can feel his erection press against the small of your back.&nbsp; "Tell me what you are thinking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 01:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let him hold my slender new waist, pull me back to him, smile as I feel his prick. <br><br>"I'm... wondering how my first time will feel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 01:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It will be glorious.&nbsp; &nbsp;Do not worry.&nbsp; I am here to take care of you.&nbsp; Always."<br><br>His hands separate, one brushing your skin up until it cups your left breast.&nbsp; The other moves down until it rests on your mons.&nbsp; He teases the hair with his fingernails.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 01:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I whisper as he tells me he'll take care of me. "That's... all I've ever wanted."<br><br>I know it's true. I've always wanted to be looked after, loved like that.<br><br>I let out a shivery gasp as I feel his fingers brush my new sex. <br><br>I know I will always be a woman now... and I will always want to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 01:53:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are mine, and I always take care of what is mine."&nbsp; He lazily traces around your nipple as his other hand descends further to find wetness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 02:03:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp more deeply and lean back into his hold as he brushes my vaginal lips. I've never felt such pleasure before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 19:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You feel Jason pressing into your back.&nbsp; "Silly girl," he whispers in your ear, "can't help herself.&nbsp; Come, let me take care of you."&nbsp; He bends down and effortlessly scoops you up in his arms.&nbsp; In three strides, he carries you to the bed and lays you down gently.&nbsp; He stands over you, looking down, his manhood fully erect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 23:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please," I whisper as I relax into his grasp, surprised by the ease with which he lifts me and lays me down. I lie back on the bed, welcoming him, my gaze drawn to his erection even as I blush at that idea. <br><br>"Please," I say again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He brushes your red hair out of your eyes and looks at you.&nbsp; "Oh, I will," he says with a crooked smile.&nbsp; He leans down and kisses you, one hand fondling your left breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I surrender willingly to his kiss, my nipple hardening under his touch as I moisten for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reaches down between your legs.&nbsp; One finger slides inside you.&nbsp; He breaks the kiss.&nbsp; "You recognize your master.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; Now, I want you to remain perfectly still."&nbsp; He slowly pushes his finger all the way in, then starts sliding it in and out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do my best to keep still, and I manage to stifle moans and gasps, and stop myself writhing around, but cannot quite stop myself quivering as he pleasures me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are not yet very obedient.&nbsp; We will have to work on that."&nbsp; He reclines next to you, removing his hand.&nbsp; "Later."&nbsp; He rolls onto his back.&nbsp; "For now, it is time for you to familiarize yourself with my body."<br><br>"There will be a quiz later."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I push myself up onto my side, and stretch and rest on a hand, moving on top of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:49:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason smiles.&nbsp; "You're a bold little creature."&nbsp; He puts his hands behind his head.&nbsp; "I'm curious to see what you're going to do next."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 05:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I place my hands on his strong, firm chest, feeling it rise and fall, feeling his heart beat through it, caressing his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 05:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks amused as he watches you, and makes no moves to help or hinder you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One hand wander up to stroke his face and run through his hair. The other slides down, along the side of his waist, towards his groin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He captures the hand on his cheek in his strong fingers.&nbsp; He brings it to his lips and kisses your palm, and then sucks each of your fingers into his mouth in turn. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look surprised at this as he begins, then smile as he continues. My other hand reaches and strokes the base of his erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 01:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He studies your hand, and reaches up to caress your face.&nbsp; "It is a beautiful thing I have accomplished.&nbsp; I do believe that I finally have my lady."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 01:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I half close my eyes and smile as I feel him stroke my face, leaning in to his touch. "I hope so... it's all I want to be." My own hand moves to stimulate him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 01:49:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reaches behind your head and pulls you down to kiss him.&nbsp; When he releases you, he says quietly.&nbsp; "There's more to me than just my prick.&nbsp; I told you to explore my body."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:01:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I surrender fully to his kiss, delighted by it. As he instructs me I blush slightly at my focus, and with a last stroke around his shaft I move on, rounding his hips, feeling the strength of his strong buttocks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll have to go shopping again tomorrow to get something appropriate for a formal dinner.&nbsp; Unfortunately, I won't be able to go with you, as I will have other business to take care of.&nbsp; Yasmin will take you.&nbsp; You haven't met her yet.&nbsp; I brought her here to fulfill the same role you will, but she proved to be unsuitable.&nbsp; The reasons will become clear after you've met her."<br><br>He sighs contentedly as your hands run over him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:36:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand... is there anything in particular you would like to see me in?" Wearing what he likes excites me...<br><br>"Will everyone know what I was?" I ask as my hands run down his strong legs, hoping the answer is no.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course.&nbsp; We have all acquired their spouse in the same fashion.&nbsp; We swap stories."<br><br>He suddenly sits up and grabs you.&nbsp; He rolls you onto your back, and settles on top of you.&nbsp; "It is time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:30:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really?" I blink at the first comment, startled. <br><br>I lie back as he turns me, gazing up at him, and nod slightly, licking my lips in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lowers his weight on to you gently, and guides his cock inside you.&nbsp; It slowly slides in, and there is a slight tearing sensation.&nbsp; He stills himself, and watches your face, still but buried within you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver at the tearing feeling, not sure what to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, gently, he begins to thrust in and out.&nbsp; He stares into your eyes intently as he does so, watching for your reactions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:09:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I start to relax with the rhythm of his movements, feeling him inside me... knowing I wanted this...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason continues to work slowly.&nbsp; You can feel him filling you.&nbsp; The sensation is exquisite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:46:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I purr with pleasure at this. It's all I ever wanted... but I never knew I wanted this until a few days ago. I thought I was a man...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:12:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You lose yourself in the feeling.&nbsp; It is, literally, unlike anything you have ever felt before.&nbsp; The sensation of being filled, of having something filling an empty place within yourself overwhelms you.<br><br>Jason starts to move faster.&nbsp; His voice breaks your reverie.&nbsp; "Look at me.&nbsp; I want to see into you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I open my eyes, having closed them against the overwhelming pleasure of this sensation, to look up at him as he fills me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Remember who it is that can do this for you."&nbsp; He smiles, and begins thrusting faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes..." I moan. "Yes... yes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:52:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slows slightly, reducing the building pressure.&nbsp; "Who are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 06:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm... Claire..." I moan softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 00:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl.&nbsp; Tell me what you want most."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 00:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want... you," I groan as I feel him deeper inside me. "I want to be yours..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 00:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you do."&nbsp; His thrusts get slower and deeper.&nbsp; "And how should I make you mine?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I squeal at the new heights of pleasure. "Make me... auggh... make me love you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs.&nbsp; There's no need.&nbsp; You already do.&nbsp; No, something more immediate."&nbsp; He slows down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod, shyly admitting he's right, I do love him. <br><br>"Make me..." I whisper woozily as he slows. "Make me come..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well," he agrees.&nbsp; As he increases the force of his thrusts, he slips his hand between you.&nbsp; He caresses your clit with his thumb as he groans.&nbsp; He closes his eyes, and you can feel him spurt inside you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:40:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I squeal with delight as I feel him come inside me, even as he continues to stimulate me, bringing me to orgasm as well...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 01:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groans with his release.&nbsp; After the explosion is over, he still lays atop you.&nbsp; He is smiling down at you, with an expression of self-satisfaction.&nbsp; "Welcome home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I arch my back and gasp witheach orgasm. I never felt anything like this before... this is so much better...<br><br>I lie back and gaze up at Jason, filled with love. "Thank you," I whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason withdraws and rolls over beside you.&nbsp; He gently plays with one of your breasts.&nbsp; "Was it what you were expecting?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," I breathe, trembling at his touch on my hardened nipple. "And more. So much more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses your brow.&nbsp; "You may sleep here tonight.&nbsp; Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:57:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lie back, smiling at the intimacy, and close my eyes, feeling entirely relaxed now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He puts his arm around you and falls asleep.&nbsp; You are awakened when Monique enters the room with a tray for breakfast.&nbsp; Jason is gone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I reach over and stroke the empty pillow, feeling the lingering warmth. "Bonjour Monique," I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 03:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good morning, mistress."&nbsp; She places the tray before you.&nbsp; It has eggs, toast, two strips of bacon, tea, orange juice and a rose.&nbsp; "The master said that it will be a busy day, so you should eat to prepare."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Monique." I smile softly and take the rose, raising it to smell before setting it to one side and starting on the orange juice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:48:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The food is delicious, as always.&nbsp; As you finish, Jason enters the room.&nbsp; "We need to get you an outfit for tonight.&nbsp; A less luxurious shopping trip, as we have a specific goal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 03:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I rise, curious as to what this new outfit will involve. "I shall get dressed, then." I move over to the wardrobe, already thinking of what to wear to accompany him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:01:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The options available remain rather plain.&nbsp; Some basic skirts and blouses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I find a black pencil skirt that will show off my curves, and a pink silk blouse with a cute blouse. Putting them on over my made-to-measure lingerie and addng a pair of kitten heels before fixing my makeup, I look like a pretty little secretary... and that thought excites me.<br><br>I step out, ready to be inspected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason seems distracted as you return, but offers a pleasant smile.&nbsp; "Very nice.&nbsp; Come along."&nbsp; He turns to leave.&nbsp; "We need something formal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:50:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at even this distracted compliment, taking his offered arm and being escorted out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 05:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leads you down to the car, waiting in the drive.&nbsp; He opens the door for you, and then slides into the driver's seat.&nbsp; He puts the roadster into gear, and it leaps forward.&nbsp; It seems like he's driving angrily as you go into town.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 23:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sit and swing in, knees and feet together properly an dholding my skirt flat and smooth under me, to sit. I stay there, quietly, looking quietly at Jason as he drives. I am not sure if I should ask him why he seems troubled, or stay quiet unless spoken to, so I err on the latter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 09:50:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He charges into town, and brakes to a stop in front of a clothing shop.&nbsp; From the outside, it is hard to tell what it sells.&nbsp; Jason comes to a stop right next to as sign telling him that it's illegal to park there.&nbsp; He comes around and opens the door for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 06:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take his hand and let him mostly pull me out of the car, looking at the shopfront then pausing to glance at the No Parking sign. "We won't get towed away, will we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 07:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.&nbsp; That sign is for other people."&nbsp; He smiles at you.&nbsp; "My apologies, dearest.&nbsp; I am angry, but it is not directed at you.&nbsp; Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you why I am angry, but I am afraid that you will find out this evening.&nbsp; Now, come.&nbsp; This is not my first choice of place to buy an outfit for you, but I will enjoy looking at you in it."&nbsp; <br><br>He takes your arm and leads you into the shop.&nbsp; You step inside and it is . . . different.&nbsp; A quick glance suggests that it has an outfit for every conceivable fetish, in any size as long as it's revealing, and of extraordinary quality.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 07:40:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod in understanding as he leads me into the store, then gasp as I enter and look around. I feel my heart beat faster as I imagine wearing some of these... dressing to please my master. <br><br>"What would you like me to wear for you?" I ask, eager to dress up and show myself off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 08:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're here for something specific."&nbsp; He looks at you with an amused expression.&nbsp; "Do I take it from your tone of voice that you wish to spend more time here?"&nbsp; He leads you into the middle of the store.&nbsp; He stops in front of a rack of what appear to be formal evening gowns.&nbsp; A closer look reveals that that's exactly what they are, from the front.&nbsp; From the back, they are nothing but the minimum of supports necessary to keep it on.&nbsp; From one side, the wearer would be elegant and refined.&nbsp; From the other, she would be naked to the world from neck to ankle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush slightly at his amusement at my excited reaction, and slightly more on seeing what he has in mind. "I am... to wear one in public?" I ask, uncertain how I feel abou this... knowing that I want to show off and be shown off, but not expecting such an audience so soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, my dear.&nbsp; It is," he says, "a special occasion.&nbsp; One with very strict requirements.&nbsp; I think the shimmering green one would suit you well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn to inspect it, looking at the length and cut... how covered I will be from the front and how exposed at the back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 05:54:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes."&nbsp; Jason holds the dress up to you.&nbsp; "Yes, indeed.&nbsp; It matches your eyes."&nbsp; He motions to a shop employee unobtrusively lurking, and hands the gown to him.&nbsp; "Now we need stockings, panties and shoes."&nbsp; He smiles at you.&nbsp; "Yes, you get some underwear, though strictly limited.&nbsp; And a cloak, seeing as it's October and we'll be driving at night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stand to attention to let him see how the dress looks against me, and smile as he does, gratefully. "Thank you, darling," I say. I glance at the assistant, ready to be taken to find everything else I need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:46:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The assistant silently takes the dress, his face an expressionless mask.&nbsp; Jason strolls through the store, admiring items of clothing as he goes.&nbsp; He makes it to the lingerie area.&nbsp; After a bit of examining, he pulls out a white garter belt and matching lace stockings.&nbsp; A closer look shows that what you initially took for patterns of roses in the lace are actually women, with their hand pulled over their heads.&nbsp; They wind their way up the stockings.&nbsp; "Not my typical choice, but very fitting for this outing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I say as I take them from him and inspect them, pleased by their quality. "Should I change now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"By all means."&nbsp; He points you towards the dressing room.&nbsp; As you go by, you would swear that you remember a particular miniskirt/tank combo from somewhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pause and gaze at it curiously. Did I wear it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You definitely think you've worn it before, but can't remember for sure.&nbsp; A friend liked you in it, you're sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I reach over and feel the material of the top. I'm sure I looked cute in it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is a very soft, stretchy cotton of a pale green.&nbsp; The skirt is black leather, and would be almost scandalously short.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I giggle at the idea of wearing this. <br><br>"Can I try something on as well, please?" I ask Jason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly," he says indulgently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I smile brightly and lift the skirt and top, to take to the dressing room with me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:41:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You close the curtain behind you and contemplate the two outfits.&nbsp; You're not sure that any two outfits that reveal so much skin could have less in common.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:46:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I have to wear my new dress out, so I step out of my skirt, slip off my shoes and start to undo my blouse, to try on the cute little top and mini first. I can't wait to see how I look in them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:50:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You look marvelous.&nbsp; It doesn't say "Upper class" at all, but it does scream "Look at me and dream."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:52:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as I step back into my heels and admire myself, toying with the hem of my tight little skirt, turning around to admire my ass. "I am such a bimbo," I giggle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman in the mirror agrees, and laughs, too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile happily and blow myself a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles back, and you think she flashes you, but it happens so quickly that you aren't sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pause and look back at the mirror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:27:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She's looking back at you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I raise a hand to the glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She mimics your gesture, seemingly just an image in a mirror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:40:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tap the glass, just to be sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She taps back at you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:09:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Weird... I thought..." I shake my head. Better get changed into my dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:30:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You get the underwear and stockings on.&nbsp; You then look at the gown and have a bit of trouble figuring out what to do to get it to fit right, but figure it out.&nbsp; It is made of extremely fine silk and feels marvelous, at least where it actually.&nbsp; You can feel the breeze going down your uncovered back.&nbsp; You look at yourself in the mirror.&nbsp; It is exquisitely crafted such that, when you look perfectly from the front, it looks like you are fully clothed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I enjoy slipping into new lingerie, and take a moment to savour my appearance before figuring out my new gown. Weights and straps keep its shape from the front, and as I fasten myself into a pair of matched stiletto heels and busy myself changing to a suitable evening makeup, I step back to admire how beautiful and perfectly feminine I am, then turn to show off how naughty I am too. I step out, eager to let my man see me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You can tell by the smile on Jason's face that he approves.&nbsp; After making sure Jason likes it, the sycophantic employee agrees heartily.&nbsp; In a gruff voice belied by the twinkle in his eyes, Jason admonishes.&nbsp; "Tonight, you will wear the panties over the garters, not under."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course. It won't spoil the lines, will it?" I turn to let him unfasten and fix my rear garters, or let him watch me do it if he pauses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers are cool against the skin of your thighs.&nbsp; "The lines are not as good, but this has other advantages."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I suppress a shiver at his touch, both the cold and the pleasure of it, and keep still for him to adjust my front garters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:22:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason runs the tips of his fingers down the length of your back, tracing your form.&nbsp; "It's perfect," he tells the employee.&nbsp; "She'll just wear it out.&nbsp; We need an appropriate cloak to keep out the chill."&nbsp; He rests his hands on your shoulders.&nbsp; "What happened to the other outfit you tried?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just something I remembered and wanted to try on again... it's still in the changing room, would you like to see it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:32:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did you look good in it?"&nbsp; He kisses the nape of your neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm..." I relax into his kiss. "I looked like a little tart."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 06:18:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slaps your rear hard enough to sting, but not really hurt.&nbsp; "That was not the question I asked you.&nbsp; Did you look <strong>good</strong> in it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," I yelp. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 02:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason looks at the flunky.&nbsp; "Retrieve that outfit from the dressing room while we look for a cloak.&nbsp; We will be taking it as well."&nbsp; He leads you towards the outerwear section.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:59:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile fondly at him as I accompany him, feeling my dress swish around my legs at the front and the air swirl around my exposed skin at the back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's your guess that a customer wearing clothing out is not an uncommon occurrence.&nbsp; There is a large selection of high quality cloaks.&nbsp; Jason picks out one that hangs to your feet in a soft dove gray.&nbsp; "Yes, indeed."&nbsp; The shop assistant hurries up, carrying the hooker outfit on hangers.&nbsp; Jason looks at you and raises an eyebrow.&nbsp; "We'll take them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush slightly at his reaction. It's hardly shameful compared to what he has me wearing now, but I can see him wondering how I will look in it. "I saw it... earlier... not who I'd want to be, but fun to try on..."<br><br>I feel the cloak swish about me, its silk lining rest against my exposed skin deliciously. Looking in the mirror, I see only a beautiful young lady in flattering formal wear. I smile at the idea of being that lady.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:37:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'd never let you wear it in public.&nbsp; But in private, all sorts of shameful whims can be indulged."&nbsp; He takes the hanger from the assistant.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; He offers you his free arm.&nbsp; "Come darling.&nbsp; We have about a half hour to spare.&nbsp; Is there anything you would like to see?"&nbsp; He leads you towards the exit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mention of 'shameful whims' has me biting my lip in suppressed arousal. <br><br>"Dressed like this, I am rather tempted to go to dinner somewhere public... keeping my cloak on, of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles.&nbsp; "Your temptation will be fulfilled later, darling."&nbsp; He guides you back to the car.&nbsp; "Ice cream?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink, then laugh even as I nod. It sounds like such a sweet, innocent suggestion. "I would love to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:14:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Marvelous."&nbsp; The car pulls away from the store.&nbsp; "There's a delightful little place just over the bridge."&nbsp; The roadster roars down the road.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I hold my cape shut, hands clasped lightly over my thighs, as we drive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason drives over a small stream and towards a cluster of buildings.&nbsp; "The village's restaurant district."&nbsp; He brakes to a stop in the midst of them.&nbsp; After opening the door for you, he leads you into one of them, with a sign reading, "Aunt Gertrude's Soft Ice Cream and Sundaes (even on Tuesdaes)"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:35:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at this. "Charming," I say, honestly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is."&nbsp; He opens the door, and calls out, "Good afternoon, Aunt Gertrude."<br><br>A rosy cheeked, plump old woman comes out from the back.&nbsp; "Good afternoon, dear."&nbsp; She squints at you, then puts the glasses hanging around her neck.&nbsp; "Is this your new young lady friend?"<br><br>"Yes, Auntie."<br><br>"Well, then I will fix you some ice cream, and then leave you two alone so that I don't become embarrassed by your carrying on."&nbsp; She looks at you.&nbsp; "What would you like, dearie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:49:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, a... banana split?" I smile brightly, not used to this side of Jason's world. "Just a small one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perfect," says Jason.&nbsp; "One small banana split.&nbsp; I'll just have a coke."<br><br>Aunt Gertrude nods pleasantly, and starts to fix your dessert.&nbsp; Jason leads you to one of the small tables, and seems barely able to control his amusement.&nbsp; When you're seated, he leans forward.&nbsp; "You may wish that I had explained the rules before you ordered."&nbsp; He laughs.&nbsp; "I could not have picked better if you'd let me.&nbsp; You see, you must eat your sundae without using your hands.&nbsp; They must stay in your lap.&nbsp; And if you get any on your cloak, you must take it off until we can get home and have it washed."&nbsp; He laughs again.&nbsp; "If that happens, I suggest you make sure you don't get any on the dress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look at him and pout, furrowing my brow. "That would be a waste of my new cloak..." I look over at Aunt Gertrude, busily preparing the sundae apparently unaware of this little dare. Still a strange addition to Jason's realm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aunt Gertrude brings your sundae to you.&nbsp; "My Lady."&nbsp; She sets it down, and you ponder the ways that "small" can mean different things to different people.&nbsp; You notice that she did not bring a spoon.&nbsp; "Enjoy your split."&nbsp; She bustles behind the counter and through the door into the back.<br><br>Jason is watching you with a grin on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," I say, considering my options. "Well..." I clasp my hands together and lean over the table to take the end of the banana into my mouth and chew off the tip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:09:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reaches over and wipes off your chin to prevent a drip.&nbsp; He offers you his finger.&nbsp; "I like to see how women react to this one.&nbsp; Besides, I like the idea of you covered in chocolate syrup and whipped cream."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:19:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe later..." I smile and suck his finger, running my tongue across his fingertip. "Mmm... I do have one trick I could try..." I slide my foot up his inside leg. "You didn't say I couldn't get you to help..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed, I did not say that.&nbsp; How may I help you, my dear?"&nbsp; He takes your foot and starts stroking your calf.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I would like to know if I can trust you to keep a steady hand..." I stretch my calf as I feel him caress it through my stocking, and rotate the toe of my shoe around the crotch of his trousers gently, as I lean forward with my mouth open in an O.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You can feel his hardness.&nbsp; "Solid like a rock," he says, and pokes his finger into the ice cream.&nbsp; He scoops out a mixture of vanilla, hot fudge and whipped cream.&nbsp; "Try this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I close my eyes and take in his finger, closing my lips around it, licking and sucking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While you clean his finger, Jason slides your shoe off, and puts your foot back between his thighs.&nbsp; "Tasty?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:25:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Delicious." I flex my toes and start to massage his erection with them through the fabric of his trousers and my stocking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason picks up a piece of banana and makes sure it's covered in sweetness.&nbsp; "Show me how you eat one of these."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I start with the tip..." I lick sauce off the tip, then slide my mouth over it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm, darling.&nbsp; So enticing."&nbsp; You feel his cock stir against your foot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lightly press my big toe to its tip as I take in more of the banana.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:45:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He makes a slight murmur of pleasure.&nbsp; "My dear, you may eat my banana any time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 06:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gently bite off a piece and swallow it. "Thank you, sir."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 06:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles at you and continues to feed you bits of the sundae.&nbsp; Eventually there is nothing but a cool puddle of ingredients, with swirls of chocolate and white.&nbsp; "Have you had enough?"&nbsp; You can feel that there are small globs of chocolate stuck to your chin and some smears of ice cream.&nbsp; Jason finds one last dollop of whipped cream, and puts it on the end of your nose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:47:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I feel quite full," I say, licking my lips. Although we're finished, my foot continues to massage him."Thank you. That was delicious. And I hope you enjoyed it too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I had a lovely time."&nbsp; He stands up, patting your foot as he does so, and comes around the table.&nbsp; "Excuse me, I have a bit of cleanup to do."&nbsp; He tilts your head back and starts licking off the remains of your dessert.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I close my eyes and keep still to let him dine on me, as I slip my foot back into my high heel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finishes.&nbsp; "Come.&nbsp; We need to get ready for dinner.&nbsp; It won't be as sweet and tender."&nbsp; He leads you to the car.<br><br>As you walk out, Aunt Gertrude's voice asks, "Is it safe to come out now?"&nbsp; <br><br>Jason laughs and confirms that it is.&nbsp; As he helps you into the car, he says, "She was a drop dead gorgeous young redhead three years ago, before finding the Carnival."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look back at her, then at my reflection in the glass door. "Oh... I hope she isn't jealous of me looking like this now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs.&nbsp; "She got her wish.&nbsp; She was tired of being beautiful and hit on and popular."&nbsp; His voice contains an element of bewilderment.&nbsp; "Jealous of you is the last thing she'd be."<br><br>The car roars to life, and turns smartly to race over the bridge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 15:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good, I wouldn't want to make her unhappy..." I toy with my long red hair, wondering if I'm now the woman she used to be. Except that I love being beautiful and being admired by men... to think, just days ago I was a man myself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 02:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The house arrives quickly, and Jason leads you back in.&nbsp; "We needs to take showers, and then I help you get ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 14:16:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, we're not going straight there?" I ask, surprised.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 04:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, but it won't take long.&nbsp; I figure we should get the last of the ice cream off of ourselves."&nbsp; He kisses you as you get out of the car.&nbsp; "Thank you for this afternoon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I return the kiss gladly. "Thank <em>you</em>," I reply. "I love my new life..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He fondles your rear as the kiss lingers.&nbsp; When he lets go, he says, "Go take a shower."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod compliantly and step away, towards my boudoir, already thinking about how to style my hair and makeup better to go with my new dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shower goes easily.&nbsp; When you are done, Monique is waiting in your room.&nbsp; "Would you like help with your hair, madame?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 03:11:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oui, s'il te plait." I slip on a silk robe and sit in front of the makeup mirror. "I think maybe bouncing ringlets hanging down the nape of my neck... drawing attention to my backless dress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 03:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed."&nbsp; She starts working on your hair.&nbsp; In the mirror, you can see that she has a smirk on her face.&nbsp; "Are you ready for this evening?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 03:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really... I don't know what this evening involves, apart from letting people see my bottom. Which I don't mind, but not what I was hoping for on my first proper date... and Jason didn't seem happy about it either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 03:50:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There will be quite a bit more to it than that, but I'm not supposed to say anything."&nbsp; She works deftly to pile your hair in proper fashion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright," I nod, submitting willingly to being primped and pampered by my maid. Idly wondering how I would look in her uniform.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monique finishes your hair.&nbsp; "There, madame.&nbsp; You look fabulous.&nbsp; Shall I do your makeup?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please." I smile at her gratefully. I know I can do it, but I enjoy being pampered...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:38:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid leans over you to get the pots.&nbsp; You can feel her breasts pressing into your shoulders.&nbsp; Her nipples are hard.&nbsp; "Let's see."&nbsp; She uses a minimal amount.&nbsp; "Your skin is so fine, we just want to highlight a few things."&nbsp; She comes around you to apply some green eyeshadow and some mascara.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; You look perfect."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Merci, Monique." I smile gratefully when she's done, turning to admire myself in the mirror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You look devastatingly fabulous.&nbsp; Maybe the best you've looked yet.&nbsp; Monique approaches bearing your lingerie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile gratefully. "I look lovely, thank you..." I help her dress me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 06:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When you are ready, she looks you over.&nbsp; "Oh, you will be fabulous.&nbsp; I'm sure you will help the Master's status."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 17:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Merci beaucoup." I smile as she fastens me into my indecent dress and sinfully high heels. My French is improving, I think. It suits my sweet new voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 03:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He should be ready."&nbsp; She leads you out of the room.&nbsp; <br><br>Jason is waiting for you there, in a black formal suit your cloak over his arm.&nbsp; "Come.&nbsp; It is time for you to meet the gentry of Centenary County."&nbsp; He holds the cloak open for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 22:57:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at him, looking so handsome and dashing, and bite my lip softly to stop a gasp of surprised approval before stepping in to let him drape and fasten the cloak over me. "Thank you, darling..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 02:25:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are most welcome."&nbsp; He kisses you on the cheek.&nbsp; "Come.&nbsp; We are taking a different car this time."&nbsp; He leads you out to the front where a black limousine is waiting.&nbsp; A woman with wavy auburn hair, red but darker than yours, opens the rear door for you.&nbsp; She is in a chauffeur's outfit, though the pants are replaced by black leggings.<br><br>Jason helps you into the car and then sits next to you.&nbsp; The interior is spotless white leather.&nbsp; "We still ride in style, but a different style."&nbsp; He indicates the bar.&nbsp; "Would you like something to drink?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to the chauffeuse as I keep my cloak about me so as not to be sitting on the leather seat in only my lacy panties. "Yes, please," I say with a nod when offered somethign from the limo bar. "Champagne? I suppose it depends on what we're having for dinner..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:55:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He opens the bar and pulls out a small bottle of champagne.&nbsp; There is a cabinet next to your elbow that he indicates.&nbsp; "Get two glasses out."&nbsp; You feel the limo get under way.&nbsp; His thumbs carefully pop the cork.&nbsp; "I have not inquired as to the menu.&nbsp; Your guess is as good as mine."&nbsp; He pours for each of you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do as bid, and hold the glasses delicately, proffering the first to him and taking the second myself. "Thank you." I hold it up to chime with his, and for a a toast if he has one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 03:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To the most beautiful woman in the world.&nbsp; I am sure that you will be the star of the evening."&nbsp; He clinks his glass with yours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 00:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and blush softly at his compliment. Every reminder that I am a woman now fills me with pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The drive lasts about a half hour.&nbsp; The car enters a small town and pulls up to an elegant, old, three-story building.&nbsp; The entrance is lit and a red carpet extends to the curb.&nbsp; Another limo disgorges its two passengers in front of you.&nbsp; He is short, silver haired man also in a formal suit, and the gorgeous blonde on his arm wears a light cape.&nbsp; That vehicle pulls away, and yours rolls to the carpet.&nbsp; A doorman opens the door and Jason helps you out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stifle a gasp at the opulence on display... and glance at the girl in the cape with a slight nod. At least I'm not the only one, it seems. <br><br>I swing my legs together and take Jason's hand to rise gracefully, wrapping my cloak around my exposed back now there are more people here to see me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 03:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leads you to the door of the red brick building.&nbsp; The chandeliers inside hold candles rather than bulbs.&nbsp; The previous couple is at the coat check.&nbsp; As she removes her cloak, you see that her gown is not as revealing in back, scooped low enough so that it reveals an inch of the furrow between her cheeks.&nbsp; As she turns to enter the the next room, you see that her left breast is uncovered by the dress.&nbsp; She smiles at her escort, but otherwise walks without showing any recognition of her surroundings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:14:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch her discreetly under lowered eyelashes, curious about her gown... then her exposed breast... then her reaction. <br><br>As we reach the front of the cloakroom line, I find myself blushing softly at the thought of removing my cape and exposing myself, but I slip the ties loose and let it slide free, sweeping it up to hand it over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The grey haired woman at the coat check accepts your cloak politely.&nbsp; Jason places his hand in the small of your back and guides you through the same door.&nbsp; The room is a luxurious parlor, done up in a deep blue.&nbsp; It has an Asian style to it, from the art on the walls to the rug on the floor.&nbsp; The drawings have erotic themes, and off to the sides, you can see several pieces of furniture with leather restraints hanging from them.&nbsp; Through a doorway, you can see a dining room.<br><br>There are four other couples in the room.&nbsp; The distinguished looking gentlemen are all clearly elder to Jason.&nbsp; The women, all clad in scandalously revealing gowns, seemingly range from ten to forty years younger than their companion, and are all beautiful, though in distinct ways.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I glance at the restraints with suspicion, but I am not being moved towards one, so I focus instead on my fellow trophy wives. I hope that I am the most beautiful...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:13:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason leads you over to a white-haired gentleman, still hale despite his obvious age.&nbsp; His companion is a dark haired woman with a hint of gray.&nbsp; Her dress is a pale cream and is cut away in the front from the waist down.&nbsp; There are hints of aging in her skin and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth, but they do nothing to detract from her beauty.<br><br>"Well, young man," the gentleman rumbles.&nbsp; "I take it that this is your new catch?"&nbsp; He takes a sip from a tumbler and his woman examines you from head to toe.<br><br>Jason puts his hand on your shoulder.&nbsp; "Indeed, Lord Martin.&nbsp; I had not yet informed the society, as I only obtained her two nights ago."<br><br>The man sniffs.&nbsp; "Yes."&nbsp; There is a hint of disdain in his voice.&nbsp; "I wondered at Dennis calling a meeting on such short notice."&nbsp; He fixes Jason with a hard stare, and you can feel him tense.&nbsp; "The two of you simply must stop this petty feuding.&nbsp; Other members have been discussing it, and it will be stopped.&nbsp; It would be a shame if you were suspended.&nbsp; I'm rather fond of you."<br><br>"Thank you, my lord.&nbsp; I appreciate it."<br><br>Lord Martin nods.&nbsp; "Now, let me take a proper look at her."&nbsp; He motions for Jason to step aside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 04:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When introduced, I curtsey deeply and lower my head meekly. "It is an honour, your grace." It keeps me from looking at his wife's exposed pubic mound, so I lower my gaze to the tops os her shoes.<br><br>As directed, I turn slowly to let him inspect me, feeling very self-conscious... even though this has only been my self for a matter of days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 08:10:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His finger on your shoulder stops you when you are facing away from him.&nbsp; It slowly traces the length of your spine.&nbsp; "What do you think, my dear?"<br><br>"Very nice."&nbsp; Her voice is strong and musical.&nbsp; "She reminds me of myself when I was that age."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:06:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn my head to glance over my shoulder as he strokes my exposed back. "Thank you," I say softly, feeling intimidated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lord Martin takes your chin and pushes on it gently so that you look away again.&nbsp; "Poise, my dear.&nbsp; You have a marvelous neck, and I appreciate you trying to show it off, but you must learn to hold your position no matter what is said around you."<br><br>His fingers return to your back, tracing downwards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I want to squirm away, but it's for Jason to decide how I should behave, I have to wait for him to comment... I have to let this man stroke me like a coat he's thinking of buying...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch reaches the base of your spine, and comes to a stop, pressing lightly against you.&nbsp; "Tell me, my dear.&nbsp; Has Jason told you anything about what we do here, and what to expect?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:13:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, sir... only that I am to wear such a dress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 08:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good.&nbsp; He's not supposed to tell you anything.&nbsp; You might run away if you knew."&nbsp; His caress grows quite intimate.&nbsp; In front of you, you can see Jason keeping a neutral expression on his face as he watches. A servant comes up to him, and he orders a drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 13:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try not to stiffen at the old man's unwelcome touch, but my eyes flick to Jason. Seeing him still there, I feel reassured. I am his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 02:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You hear him chuckle.&nbsp; "She seems to prefer your touch, Jason.&nbsp; You're a lucky man."<br><br>"Yes, sir.&nbsp; I am."<br><br>"Well, here.&nbsp; Have her back.&nbsp; And try to relax, my boy.&nbsp; You should let her eat something before dinner."<br><br>"Yes, sir."&nbsp; Jason takes your arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:16:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try to retain my composure as Jason takes my arm, but can't help but glance his way gratefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 10:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you hungry?" he asks quietly.&nbsp; "I am afraid that you will not have a chance to eat during dinner itself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 17:55:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look confused by this. "This is starting to worry me now..." I confess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 06:23:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason forces a smile.&nbsp; "You'll be all right.&nbsp; I'll be very close the whole time.&nbsp; Introducing a new mate to the club is always a spectacle."&nbsp; Ever so slightly, sarcasm edges into his voice.&nbsp; "It's meant to demonstrate how close we are, and our shared sense of purpose."&nbsp; He guides you to the kitchen.&nbsp; "I don't recommend eating anything heavy.&nbsp; We shall have a private, normal supper when we get back to the house.&nbsp; But something light might not be a bad idea.&nbsp; It reflects poorly on me if your stomach growls from hunger."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 06:44:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod slightly at his explanation, still none the wiser, as he escorts me to the kitchen, looking at the possibilities. What has he brought me to?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 07:14:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls you up to a chef, a pleasant looking, middle aged woman.&nbsp; "Doris, could my Claire have a small sandwich.&nbsp; She's going to be the center of attention this evening, and doesn't want to do it on an empty stomach."&nbsp; He looks at you.&nbsp; "Will ham suffice, darling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"O-of course," I nod slightly, worried at the idea of being the centre of attention for people like Lord Martin, about what made Jason so angry... "Unless there's steak?" I add, attempting a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 05:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Doris chuckles.&nbsp; "The menfolk are having steak, so I can fix you up a bit.&nbsp; I won't tell."&nbsp; She looks hard at Jason, with a stare that transforms her face. He opts to say nothing.&nbsp; She trundles over to a different station and looks at some meat.&nbsp; "Do you mind it rare, dearie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 06:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink in surprise at Doris's look to Jason, and his response. Who is she, or who does she work for, that she can do that?<br><br>"Ahh, medium..." I answer, glancing at her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 06:13:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give me a couple of minutes, then.&nbsp; We're not quite ready yet."&nbsp; <br><br>Jason puts his hand on the small of your back, gently caressing you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 06:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod. "Thank you."<br><br>I smile at Jason's caresses, comforted by my man's touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 07:04:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a few minutes, Doris brings you a small plate, with some thinly sliced flank steak.&nbsp; Jason takes it, and skewers a piece on his fork.&nbsp; He holds it out to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 07:11:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I open my mouth and lean forwards to take a bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 07:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He feeds you the steak, slice by slice, without words.&nbsp; When the meat is gone, he sets the plate on a counter and takes your head in his hands, and leans against you very gently.&nbsp; "Make me proud tonight, darling Claire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 16:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I possibly can, I will. I promise." I smile at my man lovingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JMN</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 09:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason leans down to kiss you, then escorts you back out into the dining room.&nbsp; There is a long table set for twenty-four.&nbsp; It has an odd, very large setting, shaped almost as if a person were meant to lie in it.&nbsp; It is lit by an enormous crystal chandelier.&nbsp; There are portraits on the walls of finely dressed men and beautiful, naked women.<br><br>"Come.&nbsp; It's time to get you ready."&nbsp; Jason holds out his hands.&nbsp; "Turn around.&nbsp; I need to remove your dress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Doctor Emilio Wyvern's Carnival of Discovery (JMN and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 15:44:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I relax at the kiss... and tense again at being told I need to undress. I turn and submit meekly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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