The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)
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				Title: <strong>The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 19:06:33</strong>
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				Chris fidgeted with the long fringe of his past-collar-length brown hair as he looked around the museum. A new exhibition of Pre-Raphaelite painting and Neo-Classical sculpture had just opened, and his interest in history and art drew him here on the first evening. <br><br>And something else had drawn him here as well, but he would only enjoy that hidden desire once he returned to his apartment...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 19:17:19</strong>
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				Alexander was a frequent contributor to the museum and had helped to pay for a wing dedicated to the Renaissance and Classical artists, and today was it's opening day. <br><br>He was walking around the exhibition, enjoying the sculptures and paintings that had been provided through his personal collection and his friends, looking at many regulars and then seeing one person catch his eye. <br><br>Her hair was only medium length, but it was luxurious and she was twirling a few strands of it as she was looking at a painting. He walked up behind her, tapped her on her shoulder and gave her a dazzling smile, his tan face looking down at her, his shoulders broad and masculine in his Armani gray suit, his white shirt perfectly pressed and showing off his musculature. He looked to be chiseled out of stone like one of the pieces he had around here. <br><br>"Enjoying the exhibition, Miss?" he asked her. 
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				Title: <strong>Edited from chat logs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 02:09:53</strong>
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				"M-Miss?" Chris repeated, blinking at the strong man in the fine suit looking at him. 'Does he think - does he know?' he thought in a panic.<br>&nbsp;"You're Miss Miss? Your parents have a wicked sense of humor," he said, laughing gently. <br>Chris shook his head. "I - I mean... I'm not a... not a girl." He could feel himself blushing having to say this. Wearing loose cargo trousers and a jacket over a T-shirt, his shape might be hard to make out, but surely not that much...<br>Coughing, Alexander replied. "My apologies. I seem to have stuck my foot so far into my mouth I can't breathe. I'd still like to know your name though, if you wouldn't mind. And I've yet to find out if you're enjoying my exhibit?" He was still grinning at her - no, him - playing it off as a joke now. <br>"Oh, ah, Chris," he sais with an uncomfortable attempt at a smile. "And yes, it's - yours? You're the curator, or a financier?"<br>"Financier; I find the arts inspiring, the sculpting and the painting and the photography of the human body amazing. It's something worth doing with some extra money, I find, and it generally leads to meeting the most interesting of people," he replied, smiling at her still. 'Why do I still think of him as a her? She seems to have such a feminine air, or perhaps it's simply his long hair...'<br><br>"Well, I, uh, we appreciate it," Chris said softly. "I love history, and the Victorian period produced some beautiful work." He looked back to a painting by Rossetti showing a fair-faced redhead in a long gown.<br>"Oh yes, some of the more exquisite female portraits were done during that time. And the fashion of the day was incredible, I love the revival of some of the pieces that are around. Is Rossetti a favorite of yours? And forgive me Chris, my name is Alexander. Perhaps once you're done here, we might share a drink?"<br>&nbsp;"Oh, he is, ah, and yes. Of course..." He seemed perfectly willing, if a little confused, by the offer.<br><br>There seemed to be something that drew Alexander to her, him, whatever. In his mind, he was solidly a she, it's more than just simple appearance, it's in her personality. She even stands somewhat feminine, but could do a better job of it. She would be quite pretty all dressed up... 
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				Title: <strong>Log, part two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 02:12:33</strong>
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				Alexander smiled brightly when she - he - accepted his offer. "Brilliant. Then, do me a favor, and once you've feasted your eyes through my gallery, go and tell Miss Antoine there that you're to meet me for drinks and she should bring you over to my suite."<br>&nbsp;"Y-your suite?" Chris repeated. 'This is moving too quickly - does he fancy me, is that it?' All the same, he looked where he was pointing, curious to see this Miss Antoine...<br><br>Tall, slim, red haired, pretty, smallish breasts, long legs, black slip of a dress, a perfect socialite entertaining a few other distinguished-looking guests.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, we'll meet in the lobby there and go out to a bar I know that serves an excellent martini. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, but I know that area a bit better. It's a few streets down, and the bar is right down the street my flat is on."<br>"Of... of course." Chris nodded in agreement, slightly puzzled. He couldn't help but smile at Miss Antoine. 'If he keeps her around, it can't be what I thought.'<br>Miss Antoine smiled back and gave the boyish girl a little wave, continuing her conversation and noting Alexander's departure. 'He must've invited her for drinks,' she thought and licked her lips subtly. <br><br>Chris watched the strange man go, feeling less insecure and small with him gone, and approached Miss Antoine once she had a moment. <br>"Hello. I'm... I'm to meet Alexander for a drink?"<br>&nbsp;"Ah yes, no problem. I will arrange for transportation for you to meet him," she said with a smile, a reassuring hand on the girl's arm. But wait, the chest, the hips, the thighs, this was no girl, it was a boy. <br><br>She kept her smile as she thought, what could Alexander have planned for this boy? "Excuse me for a moment, I need to make a phone call."<br>&nbsp;"Oh, ah, of course." He smiled graciously as she hurries off, then look back to the exhibits, not wanting to look like he was admiring her too closely - or her dress, for that matter.<br><br>She sashayed away, looking in her phone to gauge his reaction. She saw what was there generally, an admiration for her as a woman, but she also noticed in his eyes that he looked at her dress the same way she would. Maybe that was why Alexander is interested in this boy. <br><br>She made the call, and the limo driver headed over to the museum. Turning around, she walked back and could see what she thought was there clearly, he didn't simply want her, but her dress and her shoes as well, the strappy little stilettos. He could not help but admire her walk in those shoes...<br><br>"I've called a limo for you, it's waiting outside. It'll take you to his flat and you'll ride together to the bar. Enjoy yourself, honey." She wanted to test him with that, a little girlfriendish appellation.<br>&nbsp;"Thank you." Chris smiled lightly, looking her in the eyes rather than at her body or her clothing, then made for the door, glancing back with another slight smile.<br>' It seems indeed that Alex stumbled upon quite the interesting specimen this time.' Waving at him, she turned around and continued her entertaining...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 02:38:07</strong>
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				The limo driver, though, seeing the girly boy he was told to pick up, got out of the car and opened the door. This was quite different from the kind of guest that Mr. Alexander usually had, but he wasn't one to judge. They may have just been friends. Chris paused and gazed in wonder at the sleek black limo waiting for him. That can't be it... but he smiles gratefully as the door is opened, and slides on in, looking around in disbelief. <br><br>The drive isn't very long, and the driver is silent, but courteous, respectful even. He stops the limo in front of an impressive building and rings to let Mr. Alexander know that the limo is ready when he is, waiting beside the door to open it for him. He doesn't wait long and Alexander comes out of the building, his long strides bringing him to the limo quickly. Alexander urges himself to be calm, but he hasn't been this nervous in front of a stranger since gradeschool. He sits down in the limo, thanking the driver and calmly turns to face Chris, smiling at her -- his rational brain keeps telling him, him, but his heart tells him her, and says, "I take it Antoine didn't scare you away and the ride was sufficient? We'll be at the bar in just a moment."<br><br>"Ah, no, she was very good to me, and the car is... it's amazing..." he trails off as Chris sees Alexander smile. He's definitely interested, and that feels strange to Chris - but intriguing rather than worrying.<br><br>As Alexander promised, the car pulled up and they stop in front of a bar, a rather nice place with a good dancefloor and music selection, an unknown but great club spot, it appears. The middle of the day is a rather quiet time for them, but they will still let Alex in, and they get to see the staff preparing for the night coming up. "Ever been here?"<br>&nbsp;<br>"Ah, no, it's... a little out of my circle," Chris admits, feeling ashamed of being a poor student.<br><br>"No problem then, I know all the people you'll want to know and we'll get you feeling like it's your circle soon enough. Do you have a favorite place around town?"<br><br>"Oh, well, there's the Go," Chris meekly names an alternative and indie club near campus as he thinks on his suggestion of introducing him to all the right people...<br><br>"Hm, I haven't been there yet, but I haven't been club hopping as often as I would like. That's near University though, isn't it?" Alexander asks, somewhat surprised that she's just a student, but still intrigued.<br><br>"It, it is, yeah - yes. It's sort of alternative, rock and... things."<br><br>"Do a lot of new bands play there? I've found some good music from the newer bands."<br><br>"Sometimes, yes," Chris nods.<br><br>"That's good," Alex said, falling awkwardly silent. With women, he was impeccable, the figure of charm and wit. Here though, he was out of his element and he just didn't know what he was doing. It was a gradeschool crush all over again, including the tongue tie. "There are some really cute fashions going on, I love a cute emo or scene girl, whichever they're calling themselves these days. Or do you like the chavs?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 03:09:06</strong>
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				"Oh, ah, no, I like the emo and goth girls. Lots of them are really cute in just a top and pants, but some of the things they wear..." Chris felt self-conscious about these questions and paused. "They look great."<br><br>"Mhm, the do look really good. Sometimes a bit too much makeup or too much frown, but a lot of them look quite sexy. What do you like most about their outfits?"<br>"Uh, maybe the ones in retro styles, like polka dots and big 1950s style dresses... or there's a Victorian girl..."<br>"Oh yes, fan of the corset are you? And there's certainly something to be said for the retro look of the 50s American home maker. Apple pie and all."<br>Chris nodded in agreeement, thinking about that... something he'd thought of before. "Definitely."<br><br>Leaning closer, Alexander upped the ante, gambling like he wanted. <br><br>"Do you think you'd look good in something like that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 03:23:25</strong>
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				"I - no." Chris started to pull away, feeling himself blush. He knows. And Chris wished he would, but he doesn't - he can't be what he wants.<br><br>Grabbing her shoulder, he whispered again, "Are you sure you don't want to come clubbing with me tonight in a cute little skirt and corset top?"<br><br>"I..." Chris lowered his gaze, blushing brightly. "I can't."<br><br>"You can't, or you won't? Why can't you? Antoine can do wonders with makeup," Alex whispered enticingly.<br>&nbsp;<br>"She can?" Chris asked hopefully, then shook his head. "I couldn't pass..."<br>&nbsp;<br>"She can. And we can go shopping and find the clothes you need. It'll be a girl's trip for you and she, and you'll be the girl on my arm tonight. Try it, tonight, at the club you've never been to, surrounded by people you've never met, and maybe you'll like it."<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris gazed into Alexander's eyes, his own wide with excitement. "I... I will. Yes."<br><br>"Great. Then let's go. You've got some shopping to do, as well as getting ready," Alex said to her, smiled and brought out his cellphone to tell Antoine the news. She might think Alex crazy, but he knew that she would do it and enjoy it. Alex grabbed her, Chris's, hand and brought her out of the club, opened the door and told the driver to take them back to his flat. Chris let him lead him by the hand to the limo, and as they sit, he leaned back, mouth hanging slightly open in disbelief at what has just happened... and what this strange man says is about to happen. Could he do it? Could he be... the real Chris?<br>&nbsp;<br>In no time, the door opened and on the other side of Chris, Antoine sat in, saying hello to him before leaning over and kissing Alexander on the lips, more than chastely, her body pressing hard against Chris's. "I hear that we're going to get to be gal pals, Miss, and go clubbing with this hunk later tonight. But first we get to go shopping! Oh, and it's going to be so much fun to do your makeup, god, you are going to be such a doll when I'm done with you."<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris watched their embrace curiously. What are they to each other, and what would he be to either of them?<br>&nbsp;<br>"I - I am?" he asked in a girlish squeak, looking at her hopefully. "Do you really think so?"<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh yeah, honey, you've got the right bone structure of a model, we just need to clear it up, a bit, make it more obvious, and dress you to look more like my sister. Luckily, you've got your hair in pretty good condition, but we might want to cut it. Would you be okay with that, or do you really want to just have a girlish haircut instead of a woman's haircut?"<br><br>"I... I want a woman's cut," he admitted shyly. "Please? If... if this works..." He can't express how much he hopes for that.<br><br>"Then we'll take you to my stylist first, he'll be able to do such wonders that you wouldn't even know. God, I spent too much time in the sun one summer and he completed fixed my fried hair. You're gonna love this, honey, trust me," Antoine said as Alexander told the driver the new destination, and off to the hairdresser it was. Alex loved that she was so willing to go through this change, and he knew she would be beautiful afterwards.<br><br>&nbsp;"I... I trust you," he replied softly, although he still looked rather like a rabbit caught in the headlights. And he sat a little bent to hide his obvious excitement at this strange but long-wanted new prospect.<br>&nbsp;<br>Antoine began her instruction immediately, straightening Chris's back and chiding her, "A lady sits with a strait back and shoulders, not hunched over. On occasion, you can push your chest forward ever so slightly." Her hand gripped the bulge now in sight and she smiled, "This is a large clitoris you have, ma'am, but if we just get you some tight panties and place your clitty properly, no one will notice."<br>He gasped, my cheeks flushing brighter again. "Y-yes, ma'am."<br><br>Alex smiled at her, excited that she is so easily taken and trained. She is shaping up to be very good, after they dress her up. Looking at her, he stops his smile and brings out my authoritative voice that makes Antoine melt and say, "Now, cross your legs like a proper lady, miss. And what is your name, miss? What kind of lady wears such baggy pants? Cross your hands in your lap demurely, lest I wrap your knuckles. You like an ape with your arms at your sides there, you must always be grace and poise, even when sitting."<br><br>"Yes, sir!" she replies, startled by Alex's forcefulness, but she still saw a trace of a smile and she obey as well as she can. "Is, is that better, sir?" she asks in my softest voice.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Much better, but you need to have a soft, breathy, husky voice. A deep voice for a woman, but eminenetly feminine in execution, a voice that promises sexy, sultry things. Try again."<br><br>Chris nodded, "How is this, sir?" she murmurs as much like his description as she can.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Better, but you still need work in both. You'd do well to remember them at all times though, until it becomes first nature to you. We also can't have you clomping along the store, so you'll need to follow Antoine and copy her walk and I'll be behind you, ensuring it's properly done," Alexander said as the limo arrived at the hairdresser, Antoine exiting first, gracefully and with no pantyshot despite her dress like the tarts from Hollywood. She took slow, graceful steps, medium length, one foot in front of the other, showing off the straight seam in her stockings and the heels of her shoes, the perfectly sculpted legs and ass.<br><br>She followed her out, swinging her legs together like she did despite wearing pants and letting the limo driver help me to stand, as she did. Chris couldn't help but admire her legs - and her seamed stockings and patent stilettos. Wishing she had the legs for them...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 03:52:43</strong>
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				Chris followed her inside, walking one foot in front of the other. She doesn't have her natural sway or the tight skirt and shoes accentuating it, so she tries to walk like a girl in flats and combats would...<br><br>Antoine walked into the salon and spoke with a man she called Maurice and kissed on the cheek, whispering to him something or another, before he came over to Chris and began to talk in a lisp, his hands touching Chris's face and hair, playing with it before he wrinkled his nose and sighed, acting exasperated and dragging Chris to a chair and working his magic while Antoine read from a magazine and spoke with Chris about the fashions that she liked while Maurice was working. Alexander looked somewhat bored, but would glance up from a magazine every once in a while to see the changes that Maurice was working on her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris gazed at her reflection as the man works - noticing that the camp act is an exaggeration as he settles in to his work. "So, um, fashion... I'm not an expert, I tend to only like certain things... things I feel drawn to myself..."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh yeah, like what?"<br>&nbsp;<br>"Like the 50s retro style, like I mentioned to Alexander. That's... very cute. And someties I see a dress, at the Oscars or a premiere or something..."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Okay, well that's an start. Do you like anything else? I like a lot of the more fun&nbsp; clothes of the new milienium, the more skin the better, and I like fetishy stuff too. It looks so good, but I belong on the bottom, so some of it is bad taste for me to wear as a sub, you know?"<br><br>"I... no, I don't know," Chris admitted. "I'd like to find out, though. You look great, and... um..." She stop herself admitting she'd like to be dressed in fetish clothing.<br><br>"I remember you saying something about Victorian clothes too, so keep that in mind as well. And I'm sure that you'd be a fan of the lingerie line that we'll find," Alexander said, thinking about where to go to find fetish clothes, where else for Victorian stuff, swimwear, and matching jewelry, besides the 50s style clothes that are still sexy.<br><br>"Yes," she nodded. "Any time when men and women dress really differently..."<br><br>"Okay, you are done," Maurice says, holding a mirror to look at the back with, turning the chair to show her off to the others. He had added extensions in her hair and added slight red streaks in a few places to give it some highlights, curling the hair at the bottom so that it went just above where her breasts would be and curled into her, the bangs cut at an angle so that she had a bit less than half of her face covered in her red-brown hair, the sleek locks playing along her slim nose and coming short of just kissing her soft lips.<br><br>Chris blinked and gazed at herself. "Oh, oh my... I look..." She turned to Alexander and Antoine for approval, for reassurance that this really suited her, that it makes me look as good as she thought it did.<br><br>"You look fantastic, doll, like a beautiful woman in men's clothes already," Alexander said, his cock making its presence know at the woman he was creating essentially out of nothing more than a skeleton. She was going to be the prettiest girl in the club tonight, he knew it.<br><br>"I do?" Chris asked softly.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Time to go shopping now, gotta get clothes for tonight!" Antoine said, "Honey, you look so beautiful." After that she kissed her newest gal pal on the lips, whispering in her ear, "I can't wait to get you in the dressing room in the lingerie store, and have you all prettied up for me."<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris gazed at her in wide-eyed astonishment, before following her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 17:27:43</strong>
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				The limo driver opened the door again, wondering what had happened to that girly boy before he realized that he'd gotten a haircut and was quite sexy. Better watch out for the rest of this trip, and just focus on that sexy redhead Mr. Alexander always seemed to have with him. The three got in the back and he was told that they were going out to the mall. Arriving, he opened the door and helped them out in the same order as at the hairdresser. By this time, Antoine has brushed a little dark lipstick and eyeliner onto Chris...As she step out, she looked at her reflection. From the neck up Chris looked like the girl she wished he was...<br>&nbsp;<br>Taking her by the hand, Alexander walked them through the mall and stopped at a Victoria's Secret. He planned on building tonight's wardrobe from the undergarments up, having Chris properly dressed in all the proper attire for a woman. Her mouth went dry when Chris saw where Alex was taking her. The very idea excites her, and he feels his body respond...<br>&nbsp;<br>"I don't think you know any of your sizes, so we'll need some help with that. Let me flag down a girl for you," Alex said, catching the eye of a salesgirl and smiling at her as she walked over. "Chris here doesn't know her sizes and needs you to measure her."<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris smiled shyly, embarrassed to be out and called a she... but also excited. She feared that the girl will see through him...<br>&nbsp;<br>"Sure thing," the salesgirl says, thinking it odd that a girl in her twenties doesn't know her sizes, but not bothering to ask, "If you'll come with me this way, we'll go to the changing rooms and I'll measure you."<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris blinked, let out a little sigh of relief, and eagerly followed.<br>&nbsp;<br>Back in the changing rooms, the sales girl smiles and says, "Okay, now I know this is uncomfortable, but you'll need to take your shirt off for me so I can get a proper measurement. I need one at the base of your breasts, one around the middle, and one at the top and we can get you a good bra. After I have those, we can get a measurement around your hips, okay honey?"<br>&nbsp;<br>Antone steps in behind Chris, and she bit her lip. "I don't... have much," she admitted. "I..." lifting up my T-shirt, revealing my smooth but clearly boyish chest.<br>&nbsp;<br>"No worries then, what I recommend for you is going to be a training bra, okay? If you want something else, we do have a spelendid padded line of bras, and I can show you those as well," she said, taking the measurements and writing them down on a sheet of paper. "Now, if you could pull your pants down for me?"<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris blushed brightly at this, but undo my cargoes and reveal... white cotton panties.<br>&nbsp;<br>The saleswoman runs the tape around her waist and just below the end of her ass, her hand accidentally brushing against the front and feeling the unnatural bulge for a woman there, all of the clues clicking together in her mind. She let out a startled, "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there." Recovering, she wrote a few more numbers and handed the paper to Chris, "Uhm, if you'll redress then I can show you around and we can find what will fit you the best."<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris blushed even brighter, and said nothing. "Th-thank you," she said softly as she buttoned up her pants and reached for her shirt.<br>&nbsp;<br>Smiling down at her, Antoine stopped Chris dressing and pressed her body up against hers, her breasts pushing into Chris's lack, her thigh flush with Chris's white panties. She growled, low in her throat, "God, you make me so hot. I just want to dress you up like a life size Barbie before we fuck each other silly, I want to find a big strapon and use it in your cunt, I want us to finger fuck each other...." before her lips kissing Chris delicately, sure not to muss either's hair or makeup. Chris gazed at her in shock, too surprised even to be aroused until she kissed him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Noticing the lack of reaction, Antoine pulls back and frowns ever so slightly. "Aww, only got eyes for Alex and no room for moi? I guess I'll just have to get some toys for myself. He's such a sweetheart anyways. Dress, dear, we've still got shopping to do, and I bet that Alex has talked with the salesgirl and found some cute stuff for you."<br>&nbsp;<br>"S-sorry. I was just... surprised." His panties bulge slightly at her pouty expression.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Mhm, well, we'd still better get out to Alex. He hates it when I make him wait."<br>&nbsp;<br>"A strap-on would be strange... but I would like you to dress me up some time." Chris giggled and then followed her out obediently.<br>&nbsp;<br>The salesgirl and Alexander walked up, a bag of purchases in hand. "Alright, we're done in this store. Go and put these on, I want to make sure they fit right. Jessica here will help you if you need some."<br><br>(http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodlgvw/V256272.jpg)(http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodlgvw/V276173_CROP1.jpg)(http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodlgvw/V275828.jpg) <br><br>Chris blinked... then smiled at the turn of events. "Thank you..." She stepped back into the fitting room, opened the little card bag, and gasped again, bringing out the shapers... and then the lace. She quickly, eagerly put the panties on, careful not to damage them. Chris fiddled with the clasp for the bra, then felt it catch and hold, adjusted the straps and slipped in the shapers before stepping back out, eyes downcast and feeling self-conscious.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You need to go back in and adjust your clit, sweetheart. It's a bit too excited at the moment, but besides that, you look fantastic. Look in one of the mirrors there if you don't believe me," Alexander said to her, turning Chris around and looking at her shapely apple bottom, slapping it gently before sending her back into the changing room.<br>&nbsp;<br>Chris gazed at her reflection in wonder, then gasped and giggled softly as he slapped her bottom and did as she was told...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 19:07:24</strong>
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				Chris adjusted her light panties, taking care to tuck her excited but unwanted parts away more carefully, and stepped back to look at her reflection. Grace gazes back, smiling happily from behind her curtain of glossy red-streaked hair. She turned on the spot, admiring the breasts she now had, stroking the lace of her bra... wishing they were real and as permanent as her hair is now... Of course, Chris could cut her hair and it would be gone, as would Grace. Real breasts... that would be really permanent. Does Grace want that?<br><br>Yes. She does.<br><br>Walking into the changing room, Alexander put his hands on Grace's shoulders and smiled at the reflection in the mirror. "Believe me yet, that you'll have men chasing after you? And women too? Come on, you look great but we can't have you parading about in just your underwear. Put your clothes back on, and I bet you'll be surprised at even the&nbsp; way those look different. We've got some more clothes to get you."<br><br>"We can't?" Grace giggles as Alex said that he can't have her parading in her underwear.<br><br>"Well, not around here. Maybe later," Alexander said and smiled at her. Grace smiled back blissfully.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I'll be waiting outside for you then. Keep your bra and panties on for now, the other clothes won't look right without them," Alex said, leaving her but not before squeezing her ass.<br><br>"Mmmm..." Grace felt a tingle of pleasure as he strokes my bottom through the lace. It seems strange that a few hours ago she was... afraid of being with a man. She shrugged as she pulled her T-shirt down over her enhanced chest. Grace stroked the strap of her panties as she buttoned up her pants, sorry to see them disappear. That done, out she stepped, feeling the bra and the weight of her bust altering her step.<br>&nbsp;<br>Antoine clapped her hands and grinned, seeing the woman that was standing before her, looking every bit the glamorous tomboy, perfect hair and a good body, but all wrong clothes. "Come on honey, we need to get you in some proper clothes and quickly, your body is going to waste in those old things."<br><br>"Yes, please," Grace said with a breezy smile.<br>&nbsp;<br>Grabbing her by the hand, the two girls started walking out and Antoine got them to a store she knew well enough quickly. They entered Express and Antoine ran around, gathering a fews armfuls of clothes and shoes, but Alexander looked at her and held up one finger for one outfit. Nodding, she handed Grace some of the clothes and put back the rest, moving her towards the dressing room again.<br>(http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/86_651_2764_948?$thumbnail$)(http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/91_706_3654_098?$thumbnail$)<br>(http://www.designershoes.com/designer/assets/product_images/PAOHADBLAMCNIIFO.jpg)<br><br>Grace let Antoine lead her to the dressing room again, blinking at the shortness of the skirt. "Do you really think I can get away with that?"<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh yeah, honey, we'll nare your legs and I've got this bronzer that I can rub in, it'll be no problem and the boys and girls will want to eat you up," Antoine said back confidently, pushing her in the dressing room and waiting for her to reappear.<br><br>Into the dressing room Grace went... her hands tremble as she undoes her pants. Grace, about to wear a skirt in public. She's longed to do this for years... but can she do it? All she can do is try, Grace thought and stepped into the skirt like the long ones at home, before fastening it and shrugging on the soft top. She's worn high heels before, but she had never walked further than the length of my apartment stairs in them... so as she slipped on the boots and stood, she took a moment to find her balance. Grace certainly couldn't run in them. And with the skirt so tight around her hips and thighs, she felt... helpless.&nbsp; Thinking about that for a moment, and she smiled. Grace opened the curtain and took a cautious step out.<br><br>Antoine claps her hands again, looking delighted with herself, "Oh you look so hot, darling! We're going to have to beat all the boys and girls off you tonight!"<br><br>Grace giggled, excited by the idea, and her reaction. She turned to her reflection and saw something like the real Chris, at long last.<br>&nbsp;<br>Alexander walked up and kissed her, lips full on, dipping her like the girl she is, a hand on her back and another just above the swell of her ass, "You look great, just like the girl I knew you would be." Grace submits to the kiss fully, smiling shyly up as Alex holds her. "Thank you, thank you so much..."<br><br>"We're not done yet, doll, we've still got to do your makeup and all the other tings that us girls need to do," Antoine said, "Before we can go out there and knock the socks off those boys and make the girls jealous."<br><br>Grace nodded happily.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 22:36:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace fell into step behind Antoine, the high heels encouraging the sway of her hips inside the tight little skirt. <br><br>She felt exposed with her bare legs for all around to see, but the confidence of Alexander and Antoine inspired her to keep walking proudly. She could hardly believe how feminine she looked or felt already, and she believed that more and better were to come.<br><br>And, it felt so strange to be in Alex's arms... to feel so small and frail... but it felt so right...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 05:46:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antoine lead Grace into a makeup shop, a perfume shop, and a few others, buying hair products, razors, feminine deodorant, makeup, Nare, and a few other things that Alexander didn't see, but was sure he'd paid for. <br><br>It was during lunch that they finally had a break, eating at the food court together, Antoine having just the mascara and lipstick, a touch of blush and dark eyeshadow for Grace. <br><br>Antoine picked up a two salads, giving one to Grace and making a comment about their figures, while Alexander grabbed some of the traditional untraditional Chinese food from the food court.<br><br>"Enjoying today, Grace?" Alexander asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:37:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace watched in fascination as Antoine collected enough to fill her bathroom cabinet twice over. "I'm very aware of how poor I am right now," she confessed. "There's no way I can pay for all this. Not with money, anyway..." She felt self-conscious as she suggested that she was even considering an alternative.<br><br>Antoine chuckled at this...<br><br>As Alexander asked if she was enjoying the day, she couldn't help but smile as she nodded. "It's... like a dream come true," she admitted softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 00:18:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry about the expense, I'll be taking care of it for you," Alexander said, smiling. "It wouldn't be fair to convince you to have this make over and not even pay for it."<br><br>Antoine smiled and then her face lit up with another idea, "Oh, Grace, we've got to go and get mani and pedicures! No one will see your feet in your boots, but another day when you wear heels, they'll be looking, and everyone will want to hold your hand, so we've got to get those nails in proper shape!"<br><br>Alex laughed and said, 'I may skip that part, and you two can just have some girl time together." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 01:17:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace smiled happily at Alexander's reassurance, and then grinend at Antoine's enthusiasm, and nodded eagerly. "We'd better not be too long, though, can't leave him alone for very long..." She winked at Alex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 03:40:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antoine held Grace's hand and kept a constant chatter, pointing out stores and things to go and do and see from a girl's point of view, the mall the mecca of femininity for her and giving her several opportunities to point out places that they would go later. Interspersed between all this were comments, "Grace, you know that no one has looked at you strangely?" or her remarks about both boys and girls checking out her new friend.<br><br>One time, Antoine looked at Grace and kissed her on the lips, gently, more a friendly kiss than anything, and two boys walking past stopped and stared. It was loud when one of them said, "Dude, look at those two chicks kiss!"<br><br>Antoine kept walking, grinning mischievously. Alexander took matters into his own hands for a few minutes to relieve Grace of Antoine, but didn't make anything much easier.<br><br>"You know that you're prettiest girl that I've seen around here? And to think that I know what all you're wearing, you look so delectable. You are going to have so much fun at the club tonight, doll. Look at that, those boys from college are looking at you! Do you feel sexy yet?" <br><br>Alexander's hand never strayed far from the small of her back, though it sometimes dipped a bit lower. Arriving at the mani/pedi place, Alexander pulled her close to him, her lithe body fitting against his, the padding on her breasts crushing against his hard chest as he kissed her on the lips, letting her go with a wave. <br><br>"Enjoy your relaxation time with the mani/pedi. Maybe you can get a facial here too, or your eyebrows done or something. Antoine will take care of you, and I'll see you soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 00:33:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blinking at Antoine's kiss, Grace submitted to Alexander putting his strong arms around her.<br><br>"I do feel sexy," she admitted with a shy smile when asked, feeling herself blush.<br><br>And then he kissed her.<br><br>It was only a brief touch of the lips, but Grace felt herself respond. She stumbled slightly as he stepped away, blinking, her mouth still a little open. Looking for all the world like she wanted more... but he stepped away, not seeing her reaction. Or had he?<br><br>In a daze, her heart racing, she followed Antoine into the salon. Chris had passed this place, and many like it, so many times, and never had the courage to walk inside. Now here she was, stepping over the threshold in high heels, following a beautiful young woman who seemed eager to recreate her in her image. <br><br>"Good afternoon, ladies," the receptionist said with a bright smile. Grace returned the smile, grateful to be identified like that, as Antoine looked at the menu of options. Finally, she declared "Grace wants... pretty much everything, don't you Gracie?" Grace nodded sheepishly, meekly admitting another long-secret desire. <br><br>Chris lacked much body hair, shaved his legs and moisturised carefully, so Antoine stroked Grace's calf and nodded. "We can spare you a bikini wax. This time." She chuckled at Grace's blushing relief as the salon staff lead them away for facials and nail treatment.<br><br>As she waited for her newly pointed and lacquered nails to dry, Grace turned to Antoine and asked, softly, "Does Alexander... does he... want me?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 16:19:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antoine looked back at her, and smiled. "Of course he does, but it's complicated. He wants Grace, he doesn't like Chris the same way. He thinks Chris is cool, but he thinks that Grace is sexy and amazing. And he's kinky, if you haven't noticed...he's got a fetish for the BDSM scene. He's likes the control and I think that the idea of turning you into something he wants you to be gives him a big hard on. But I can attest that you're sexy and fun, so I wouldn't worry about that."<br><br>"Eventually, we're going to have to get you a Brazilian wax, but we'll spare you that for the moment. How committed are you to being Grace, even if not Alex's girlfriend? He'll help you out, I'm sure, but he'd like it more if he'd got to enjoy Gracie fully later on, you know?"<br><br>Their feet were up, being worked on by the pedicurist, pumice stone and jets and shaping the nails; Antoine got a shade of dark red and chose for Grace a bright pink, whispering into her ear, "Is your clitty straining in your new panties, doll?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 17:12:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace listened to Antoine's description of Alex's desires, and nodded. "I thought... I knew he did. And, um, being changed to please someone, made to wear what he wants..." She trailed off, blushing brightly. "That... that really excites me."<br><br>She leaned back, saying nothing as her eyebrows were plucked into a more feminine shape. Something else Chris would be unable to hide for weeks... She smiled at the thought. "I'm... totaly committed. And this is..." She gazed at her pink nails, wiggling her toes. "Oh, God, I love this..." she whispered with unconcealed pleasure. "I never thought I could... feel like this, look like this..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 23:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antoine looked at Grace intently and leaned into her, "I think that you should know that Alex has quite a lot of money and if you're very serious about making permanent changes, you might want to bring it up. He won't make you, but he would love it if you offered yourself to him like that."<br><br>They were done with their feet for the moment, and had their faces washed off and encased in a cleansing mud, both of their eyebrows much better done, cucumbers covering their eyes and their hands on a counter as they laid back, the Asian woman shaping their nails, not working much on Antoine, but working hard on Grace, taking them from round to point, giving them a coat of gloss and a matching pink shade for her toes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 04:23:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"He would...?" Grace asked thoughtfully as they were both pushed back into their seats. She pondered this as the manicurist shaped and shone her nails. <br><br>Never being Chris again, giving up his life completely - he had often fantasised about it, and now it really seemed possible, and all Grace would have to do was let a man own her. Could he - could she?<br><br>"Then I think I will," Grace's husky voice murmured as she sat up, removing the slices of cucumber to admire her nails before glancing across at the waiting Antoine for approval.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 04:57:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antoine looked at her new friend and smiled wide, knowing that once he was fully, properly, truthfully, she, Antoine would be a friend only. Alex wouldn't let some flight of fancy like her interfere, so she smiled big for them, but with a tinge of sadness to herself. She would still be a dear friend, sure, but that was all. <br><br>She looked at Grace, or Chris, she or he depending on her preferences and whether or not Alex would have his way. <br><br>She was going to be so beautiful. She was already.<br><br>Antoine smiled big and held her new friend's hand, "I think that's great, honey. You two are going to have such a blast together."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 15:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace smiled softly as Antoine took her hand. <br><br>"And you're okay with that? It seems like you're... like you two are, or were... I don't want to come between you or anything like that." She gave the woman's hand a gentle squeeze. "I mean, I'm just a... project, I suppose."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 16:06:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was just fun between us," Antoine said, "Nothing could have come from it in the end. But you, you're more than a friend or a project." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 01:20:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am?" Grace looked at her wonderingly. "Do you think so? I mean... I'm not exactly marriage material." She paused for a moment. "Fun as a wedding would be..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Beauty (Beatrice Black and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 21:59:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antoine looked at Grace and smiled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you the kind of things that Alex can think up and create. And if you do well at the club tonight, he might take you to meet his parents."<br><br>Grace blinked in disbelief. "R-really?" The idea sounded so strange... and enticing. That she could pass that well that anyone would even consider that...<br>"Of course. Then again, but the time he takes you, some changes might've been made. You'll have to see how it all goes, I imagine. And discuss with him all that he might have in mind."<br>Grace nodded slightly. "What do you think he might?"<br>"Turning you into a real woman, I think. He can get his mind set on something and will be certain to have it eventually."<br>She nodded again. "That sounds... well, it sounds wonderful, really." She felt herself blushing again.<br>"Well then, we'd better hurry everything up and get tonight over with so that we can get our wonderful new girl with her man," Antoine said, grinning at her blush.<br>Grace could not help but giggle at the idea.<br><br>Calling over one of the assistants to wipe the mud of her face, Antoine said that they were ready to go and the ladies took care of their business there and were walking out the door quickly enough. Antoine wasn't sure where Alexander was, but had an idea that he might be in Tiffany's<br><br>Grace follow along, enjoying the breeze over her exposed legs. "Tiffany's?" she asked softly.<br>"I just have a feeling. You know, a diamond being a girl's best friend and the need for accessories and all that," she said to Grace, grinning at her.<br>Grace gulped. "Sorry, having this much money spent on me is still strange..."<br>"You'll get used to it, honey, it's not as bad as it sounds," Antoine said back to her, laughing. <br><br>She pulled the new girl in close for a nice hug. "Come on, I know this is daunting, but he wants to do all this. Don't worry about it, honey. Enjoy it."<br>Grace started to smile softly as she returned the hug, feeling her breast forms brush against Antoine's real breasts... wondering what it would be like to have her own.<br><br>Locking arms with her friend, they looked around until they found Alex.<br>"I could never go into these stores before, I feel like that bit in Pretty Woman... I know she's a prostitute, so not exactly..." Grace stifled a laugh.<br>"Well this is all about revealing the pretty woman with us, so it might be apt," Antoine replied. <br><br>A sales lady showed up with a bag and a huge smile on her face, handing it to Alexander. He gave her a peck on the cheek and walked away, seeing his friend and his girl and stopping short. <br><br>"Antoine, you know me too well. Ready to go out, Grace?"<br>"I am," Grace admitted eagerly, then added self-consciously "if you think I am."<br>"Oh, I certainly do," he replied, smiling at her new look. <br>"Well then, am I wearing this to the club?" She felt strange about going out like this into a situation where more people will be looking at her with... interest.<br>"Of course you shall. This is the outfit we've gotten you, but it's not complete just yet. You have a few more gifts in this bag here, my lovely woman," he replied.<br>"You do?" Grace asked softly, smiling as he called her his lovely woman.<br>"Of course. Here you are," he replied, giving her the bag. <br><br>She opened it and the boxes inside, to find a small diamond bracelet and a necklace, a pendant with a small chain.<br><br>Grace gasp as she gazed at them. "Oh, I... I couldn't possibly," she murmured. "It's too generous..."<br>"No, they were cheap. Tiffany's is toy jewelery, don't worry about it. Wear them and have fun tonight," he said back, sternly.<br>Grace giggled and nodded as he fastened the chain around her neck. "Thank you..." She looked down at it, and up at him, with a soft smile. Grinning back at her, he held out his arm to escort her down to his limo.<br><br>Taking his arm, Grace let herself be lead to the limo, feeling the cool silver of the pendant against her skin.
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