The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)
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				Title: <strong>The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 16:01:41</strong>
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				Chris had been down this street dozens of times, and hardly ever stepped into any of the stores. The newsstand at one end, the record shop, very occasionally the indie T-shirt store.<br><br>But he always walked past the gothic boutique without going in, stealing furtive glances at the displays. Every month or so there was a new window of black silk dresses, skintight rubber, lolita frills. He tried not to look too closely, but they fascinated him. He always admired the women who dressed like that. <br><br>And wished he could be one of them.<br><br>There was a new display in place today, and something about it caught his eye. <br><br>He paused longer than he normally would, before catching a glimpse of his reflection - heavy-set, with short hair, every inch a man. He grimaced and turned to go.<br><br>But he could just walk in and look at one of the other areas, like the T-shirts or belts. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 17:09:04</strong>
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				Michael hefted a box to the top rack in the back room.&nbsp; He'd just finished setting up the front window box with some of the new outfits.&nbsp; It was a dining scene showing off the diverse styles he carried--everything from the fetish french maid dusting a cabinet to the gothic pirate sitting at the head of the table, from the lollita girl (his only smaller mannequin) holding a knife and fork to the elegant Morticia cutting into the plastic human heart on her plate (carefully hidden from casual view, of course).&nbsp; He wasn't sure if the androgynous gimp posed pouring wine into the pirate's cup was too much, though.&nbsp; He was sure he'd get an irate call from some busybody housewife over it, and then he'd have to change it.<br><br>The box finally in position, he leaned back and brushed his hands against his black tshirt before stretching and running them over his shaven head.&nbsp; He hadn't had this much work in mind when he put on the skin-tight jeans, but he felt obliged to look like someone who ran a gothic boutique, comfort be damned.<br><br>Just then he heard the bell at the entryway chime as someone came in.&nbsp; "I'll be right out," he called, as he looked around to see where he'd hung the other shirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 03:03:57</strong>
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				Greg froze as the door struck a chime and it rang. But the door was open now, and someone had heard, and there were men's things in here, as well as that tight velvet Morticia dress, the gleaming maid's uniform... He pulled his eyes away. <br><br>And then they stopped again as they caught sight of a black satin ballgown. A tight bodice, a full flaring skirt, opera gloves and a choker to match.<br><br>He looked away again, feeling a blush form on his cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 04:00:08</strong>
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				Michael pulled the ruffled shirt off the door and shrugged it on.&nbsp; He started to button it up over his tight tshirt as he came out of the storage room, but decided to let it hang loose.<br><br>He stopped by the register to make sure it was locked and looked down the aisle.&nbsp; A dumpy looking guy looking at the women's clothing?&nbsp; If he had a quarter for every time one of those pervs came in here, maybe he'd be able to fix the leaky pipe in the restroom.<br><br>He walked down the aisle towards the other man casually.&nbsp; "Looking for a present for your girlfriend?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 04:09:53</strong>
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				"I, ah, I wish." Greg managed a half smile. "I was looking for a shirt. This was just, uh, there. Catches the eye." He realised he was rambling, and his gaze dropped to the floor. <br><br>"I don't know anybody who could wear that. Un... uh, unfortunately." He looked back at the display. "I couldn't wear the pirate thing myself either," he added after a slight pause.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 12:27:21</strong>
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				"Ahh."&nbsp; Michael noticed the wistful glance the boy tried to conceal.&nbsp; Not a perv who just wanted to jack off into the lace, then, but he really wished he could wear the pretty things.&nbsp; Poor guy.<br><br>"Nonsense.&nbsp; I've found there's always a way to get what you want.&nbsp; Is there anything you'd like to try on, or would you rather just browse on your own?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 06:15:48</strong>
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				"It... you never know," Greg conceded to the first point.<br><br>He glanced for a moment at the gown as the storekeeper asked if there was anything he wated to try on. <br><br>"No, ah, still just looking," he told him. "And XL's XL, right?" he added with a slight laugh, looking at the rack of band shirts. "Well, except some companies seem to make them in L and call them that."<br><br>He was rambling again, he knew.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 20:04:12</strong>
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				Michael chuckled.&nbsp; "I have to admit, I don't measure each tshirt individually, but if you find any mislabelled, do let me know!"<br><br>"I'll be back by the register if you have any questions."&nbsp; He turned to head back to the counter.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 20:35:07</strong>
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				"Thanks," Greg said quietly and walked over to the rack of T-shirts. His walk was more of a shuffle due to his manhood having started to rise inside his boxers, but he hoped the manager wouldn't notice. He flicked through the selection with a slight tremble in his fingers. <br><br>After a moment, he stole a glance back at the window display, at the gleaming maid's uniform.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 20:19:45</strong>
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				Michael kept an eye on his customer through the mirrors around the stores.&nbsp; The guy kept looking back at the window display, but Michael couldn't quite see exactly what he was looking at.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael slowly opened a drawer behind the counter and looked over the contents.&nbsp; The articles inside were supposed to reveal the wearer's inner self.&nbsp; He wondered if he might have found a good opportunity to test them out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 04:17:47</strong>
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				There were a few T-shirts he could consider... he definitely wanted to buy something, to justify his presence and provide an excuse for a return visit inside. <br><br>This black one with a print of Doré's falling Lucifer (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9d/Paradise_Lost_12.jpg) would work. <br><br>He pulled it out and turned around... catching sight of a display of dark makeup. He could get away with that... among goths, a guy could easily wear lipstick and eyeliner...<br><br>He looked away again. "Think this'll fit?" he asked quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 20:22:27</strong>
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				Michael, lost in his musings, barely heard the soft question.&nbsp; <br><br>He raised his head as he slipped on the heavy signet ring which would show him how these articles might change the boy.&nbsp; "What did you say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 07:54:07</strong>
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				Greg held up the shirt, wrapped in cellophane and mounted on a cardboard rectangle for racking and display.<br><br>"Do you, ah, think this one will fit? Is it one of those companies whose idea of XL is smaller than average?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 15:33:11</strong>
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				Michael slipped the ring onto his finger behind the counter and raised his eyes to look at the young man.&nbsp; As the ring settled on his finger, the image in his view flicked from that of a heavyset man to a petite girl, with porcelain skin and silky black hair.&nbsp; "Perfect," Michael muttered to himself.<br><br>He grabbed a black silk opera mask from the drawer and tossed it to the boy.&nbsp; "Here, put this on, then look at the shirt again and tell me if you think it'll fit you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 15:51:09</strong>
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				Greg stepped over and caught the mask, looking at it questioningly. <br><br>It was a beautiful thing, finely crafted... he could imagine a woman hiding behind it, her eyes becoming the centre of attention.<br><br>After that moment's hesitation, he raised it up, looked through it, and glanced down at the shirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:01:08</strong>
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				Michael saw the boy raise the mask and look through it.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes.&nbsp; He could sense that it was trying to work the change, but the mask needed more secure contact than that to fully work.&nbsp; Michael came over from the counter to show the him how to put it on.<br><br>Even so, the mask did show Greg something.&nbsp; When he looked through the mask at the shirt, he saw no change in the shirt, but the hand holding the shirt up had changed from his broad man-hand into a delicate, ivory female hand with carefully manicured nails.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:04:28</strong>
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				Greg gasped, and dropped the shirt. He felt the mask slip, and tightened his grip. <br><br>He raised his hand to gaze at it, turning it over, flexing his fingers...<br><br>"What is this?" he asked in a trembling voice, feeling the nervous arousal he felt when he dressed in private, and glanced at the man approaching him.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:11:09</strong>
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				"Just put the mask on," Michael suggested casually as he saw the boy looking at his hand through the mask.&nbsp; "See those ribbons attached to the corners?&nbsp; They're meant to go around your head and tied in the back."<br><br>He reached the boy and bent down to grab the dropped tshirt from the floor, then turned around to fold the shirt and put it on the rack, carefully not looking at Greg to give him a little privacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:15:23</strong>
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				Greg nodded, breathless, and fumbled quickly with the black silk ribbons, managing to tie a knot. Confirming that it was properly in place, he let go and brought his hands around to look at them, and cautiously looked down at his body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:21:08</strong>
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				Once the mask was firmly in place, Michael heard Greg's clothing slump and his pants fall to the floor, as the heavy-set boy's body shrank into that of a petite girl.&nbsp; He carefully finished folding the tshirt and putting it neatly back on the rack before turning around.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:26:48</strong>
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				Greg took an unsteady step back as he felt his body start to shift. His skin tingled as muscles stretched and shrank. Another step, trying to steady himself as his chest started to swell behind his erect nipples, and he felt his baggy T-shirt tighten at the top even as the step let his trousers start to slip off.<br><br>"H-how...?" he gasped.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:32:13</strong>
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				At the first gasp from behind him, Michael turned around and saw that the new girl looked like she was about to fall down.&nbsp; He stepped forward and put an arm around her, feeling her smooth female skin under the rough boys' tshirt.<br><br>He murmured into the girl's ear, angling his head so that his breath wafted softly along her jawline, "Don't worry about why or how.&nbsp; Just enjoy it.&nbsp; You do like it, don't you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 16:49:58</strong>
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				"Yes."<br><br>Her voice was high and soft, with a quiver of fear and excitement. <br><br>As he wrapped a strong arm around her, she looked up at him with large dark eyes as she steadied herself. <br><br>"Is... is it permanent?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 18:07:08</strong>
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				"It stays as long as you don't take it off and I don't disable it.&nbsp; If you take it off, poof, back to boy."&nbsp; He made an expanding gesture with his hands.&nbsp; "Why, do you want it to be permanent?"<br><br>Michael steadied her back on her feet.&nbsp; "Now, what's your name?&nbsp; I don't think we got that formality out of the way before."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 22:14:59</strong>
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				"I..." She paused, considering his question. "Not if I'd have to wear a mask. I'd like to see my face." She looked down at herself, shaking off her boots and pooled trousers and stepping out of them. <br><br>"I suppose being able to have my old life would be... useful..." she added, sounding far from convinced.<br><br>Looking back at Michael, she blushed slightly. "It was Greg. It's... it's Grace."
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 23:10:06</strong>
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				Michael chuckled.&nbsp; The dumpy guy was turning into a vain girl.&nbsp; How cute.&nbsp; He didn't bother to hide it, though, when he checked out the nice body which was now just wearing an oversized tshirt.<br><br>"Very well."&nbsp; He took a velvet choker out of his pocket.&nbsp; "Put this on, then you'll be able to remove the mask and stay like you are.&nbsp; Also, you will do as I say at all times, understood?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:45:10</strong>
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				Grace took it from him, weighed it in her hands as she listened to him, and wrapped it around her neck without hesitation as he told her to do as he said.<br><br>"Yes, sir," she said softly, with a hint of a blush. "Can I take the mask off now?"
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 20:21:55</strong>
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				Michael smiled.&nbsp; "Very good."&nbsp; He'd suspected this was a submissive one, and he was very glad he was right.<br><br>"Now, take off the rest of those clothes and show me what I have to work with."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:51:02</strong>
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				With a nod, Grace untied the mask and cautiously removed it. <br><br>As her body remained feminine, she let out a sigh of relief, laid the mask down and bent over to pull off her loose socks, then slid her silk boxers down over her smooth legs, letting out a little gasp as she saw her vagina and smiling happily. Fianlly, she pulled off her T-shirt, then smoothed down her silky black hair.<br><br>"How do I look?" she asked quietly, nervous, excited.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 20:10:46</strong>
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				Michael smiled at Grace's obedience, and watched attentively as she doffed the old clothing.<br><br>Once she was naked in the middle of the store, he ran his hand over the white skin of her shoulders, and down to cup her breast.&nbsp; He flicked a finger lightly over her hard nipple absent-mindedly.<br><br>"Now, what shall we do with you?"&nbsp; He lifted his head to scan the store.&nbsp; "We can't have you running around here naked, can we?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 20:34:55</strong>
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				Grace did not flinch from his touch, but instead relaxed into it, apart from a slight shiver and a blush as he fingered her erect nipple, followed by a small sigh of pleasure.<br><br>"Anything you want, sir," she answered softly, her blush brightening. "I would like to see myself, and, and to try on some of these clothes, if you'd like," she added hopefully.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 20:20:27</strong>
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				Michael increased his pressure on Grace's nipple and pulled it outwards.&nbsp; "Of course, whatever I want.&nbsp; You're to do as I say at all times."<br><br>He thought for a second more, then pointed.&nbsp; "The novelty costume rack is over there.&nbsp; Go and pick something out from it.&nbsp; I want to see how your eye is regarding what will fit you.&nbsp; I will dispose of these old clothes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 23:38:04</strong>
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				Grace let out a gasp at the sensation of her nipple being tweaked, as she nodded at his words.<br><br>Looking the way he pointed, she nodded again. "Thank you, sir," she whsipered breathlessly as she swayed over to the rack, to see what she might be able to wear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 20:03:24</strong>
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				Michael gathered up the forgotten clothes on the floor and headed towards the back room, musing silently about what kind of outfit Gracie would pick out.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:22:36</strong>
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				She watches him go, taking the trappings of her old life away, and smiles delightedly at that as she turns her attention to the options she now has.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 20:19:42</strong>
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				Michael tossed the clothes into one of the empty boxes he'd just emptied out.&nbsp; He didn't know if he'd need these again, but it was best to keep them on hand, in case he needed to turn his new girl back.<br><br>He peeked into a couple of the boxes, to refresh his memory of whether anything needed to go out on the floor.&nbsp; While doing this, he called out, "Have you decided yet, Grace?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 23:42:22</strong>
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				"I have... Where can I find some underwear? And... shoes? To go with... a gown. I'd like my first to be something simple..."<br><br>She gazed wistfully at a floor-length blackberry satin gown with a straight skirt and off-the-shoulder straps.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 01:11:38</strong>
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				Michael smiled.&nbsp; "Underwear?&nbsp; No underwear for you.&nbsp; Maybe in time, if I'm feeling generous.&nbsp; Shoes are against the back wall."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:26:35</strong>
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				She looked over at the rack of shoes, nodding slightly, stopping herself sighing.<br><br>She slipped the gown on... just to confirm her size... just to see and feel the skirt swish around her legs. Then she returned it to the rack.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 20:03:57</strong>
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				Checking one last box, Michael pocketed a couple of novelty items and headed back to the floor to see how Grace was doing with her dressing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 15:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held two dresses, admiring each, but looking to the longer wistfully.<br><br>"If I am not to be allowed underwear, sir, I should wear this." She held the shorter to herself. It was a glossy black latex corset dress, the skirt above her knee. <br><br>"I would need underwear for my first choice." She ran her hand longingly down the side of the dark satin gown. "A corset or girdle, and stockings. I can wait, sir." She gazed at her master hopefully. "But it is something I've always dreamed of." She waited, holding her breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 20:06:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael came around the door and saw Grace holding the two dresses.&nbsp; <br><br>"Very well, go ahead and put it on.&nbsp; Let me know if you need help with any fastenings; that looks fairly tight."<br><br>He went over to the register and started checking items off on a list.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 01:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, sir," she replied with a slight nod. <br><br>She did her best to appear neutral, to hide her disappointment that even now she would not be able to wear what she wanted. If she contradicted him, this could all end as suddenly as it began. <br><br>She focused instead on the thrill of being <em>told</em> to wear female clothing.<br><br>Putting the gown to one side, having already felt it against her skin, she slipped on the untied corset dress and adjusted the straps. She pulled the laces closed, feeling the latex tighten and the boning pinch at her waist as the cups lifted her bosom.<br><br>"I will need to be fastened into it," she said after a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael lifted his head to see Grace in the half-done corset, the latext shiny and dark against her pale skin.&nbsp; He could see her paused in her struggle to tighten up the laces.<br><br>"Ok, get over here, then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She quickly stepped over to him. "Thank you," she said as she turned to present her back to him, standing straight to help him lace her up, holding her hair out of the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 18:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael grabbed the laces of the corset and started tightening them.&nbsp; He leaned forward and murmured directions for Grace to coordinate her breathing with his tightening.&nbsp; His breath wafted gently over the tender skin by her jawline as he worked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 18:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace let out a little gasp at his first strong tug of the laces, then nodded and obeyed his commands as he tightened the corset around her, fastening her more and more into her dress. Feeling his strength and her femininity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 18:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael finished tightening the laces to his satisfaction and tied them off in back.&nbsp; "It's not the tightest it could be," he whispered gently into Grace's ear, "but your new body needs to get used to the corset."&nbsp; He pulled her against him and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her latex-clad ass.<br><br>He quickly spun her around and looked into her eyes, his hand winding into her hair.&nbsp; "Now on your knees, girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 19:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered at the idea of her new body, of wearing corsets more and more, as she felt his manhood.<br><br>Her dark eyes met his and she smiled as she felt his touch.<br><br>Shs did not hesitate to kneel before him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 06:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael smiled again at her obedience and looked down at the top of Grace's head.&nbsp; Kneeling in front of him, her head was just about on level with his crotch; perfect.<br><br>He unzipped his pants and grabbed her hair again to direct her eyes directly at his crotch.&nbsp; "Pull it out and start sucking, girl.&nbsp; I've not got all day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 07:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes, master," she gasped as he effortlessly controlled her. <br><br>Was this what it cost for her dream to come true? <br><br>She reached in carefully and drew out Michael's manhood, licked her lips nervously and placed her mouth over it, starting to lick the underside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 16:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael sighed as he felt Grace's mouth envelop his cock.&nbsp; "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair gently.&nbsp; He leaned back against the wall right behind him to enjoy finding out just how much of a natural cock sucker she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 02:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed and licked the tip, then moved up, feeling him slowly with her tongue as she went, closing her eyes as he stroked her hair, thrilling as he called her a good girl. She closed her lips fully over his shaft, tonguing it as she tried to suck, half-opening her eyes again to look up at him, to gauge his reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:24:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his mouth as he felt Grace's mouth bobbing on his shaft.&nbsp; "Mmmm, excellent," he murmured, as his hand continued to stroke her hair absent-mindedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned in to the stroking hand, enjoying the feeling, and smiled as he complimented her, continuing what she was doing, trying to stimulate him further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 20:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Grace had Michael's deep in her mouth, suddenly they heard the bell on the store's front door.&nbsp; Michael's hand quickly tightened on the back of Grace's head.&nbsp; "Don't stop," he whispered urgently as he straightened slightly, Grace's head hidden behind the height of the counter and register.<br><br>"Can I help you?" He called out to the arrival.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 20:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not reply beyond a muffled whimper of shame, her eyes turning to ensure she would be hidden by the counter. As Michael called out casually, she resumed, more slowly, trying to keep him at an even pitch rather than bringing him to orgasm as he spoke to the stranger...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 04:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael moved his hips slightly, imperceptibly, but for Grace's mouth bobbing gently on his penis.&nbsp; "Yeah," she heard a voice in response.&nbsp; "Enrique's having a one of his to-dos this weekend.&nbsp; He wanted me to bring you an invite."<br><br>"Oh?"&nbsp; Grace could hear the interest in Michael's voice and the rasp of his fingers against paper as he took it.&nbsp; "That sound interesting.&nbsp; I might even have a date to bring.&nbsp; Same etiquette rules as last time?"<br><br>"Yeah," the other man replied.&nbsp; "I gotta get going, though; more invites to deliver.&nbsp; You'll probably get some business out of this one."&nbsp; Grace heard footsteps leave and the door jingle again as he left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes tight, too embarrassed to want to see what was happening. She tried her best to continue licking and sucking rather than simply let Michael's penis sit in her mouth as she listened.<br><br>Her eyes fluttered open at the mention of a date for the event. Surely he couldn't mean her, though. He treated her like a toy, and while she was shamefully enjoying it, he hardly seemed likely to take her to parties as a date...<br><br>She breathed more deeply as she heard the man leave, then looked up to Michael to see what he wanted next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 20:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael leaned back against the wall once more, drawing Grace's head with him so they didn't lose contact.&nbsp; Seemingly ignoring her ministrations, he casually opened a gilded envelop with his name on the front and studied the gold-embossed card inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 00:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned forwards as he directed and did her best to keep going, redoubling her efforts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 20:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael groaned as Grace kept up her ministrations on his cock.&nbsp; "Yeah, this guy Enrique likes to have a formal event every so often.&nbsp; He invites all the local bdsm doms, and they bring their sub or slaves with them.&nbsp; I don't usually have someone collared, so I have to ask one of my regulars to be my date.&nbsp; Now, however, I have someone collared.&nbsp; Don't I, pet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up as he spoke to her. "Mm-hmm," she agreed, without nodding her head or removing his moist erect manhood. Her brow furrowed briefly as she thought about what that meant, what she might have to do, then she closed her eyes and returned to the task at hand, trying to complete it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 04:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael groaned appreciatively as Grace eagerly continued her ministrations on his cock.&nbsp; "Keep going, you're doing great.&nbsp; I'm almost there, babe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 04:33:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept going, feeling his cock throb in her mouth, working at it, eager to please her master.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 14:02:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael's body finally tensed, and his cock throbbed as he unloaded his semen into Grace's mouth.&nbsp; He held her head down, his cock shoved all the way to the back of her mouth, until he was spent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She willingly sucked and swallowed, taking his come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael waited a little while while Grace swallowed his semen and licked off his deflating cock, then he zipped up his pants and motioned for her to get up.&nbsp; "I don't know if you noticed, as you were rather preoccupied, but a couple customers just came into the store.&nbsp; Go out there and be sexy and sociable for them for a bit while I finish up some inventory.&nbsp; If they have any questions you can't answer, feel free to come back and ask me, but I will expect you to be obliging in every way and, remember, the customer is always right.&nbsp; Do you understand?"&nbsp; He lifted her chin to look her right in the eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:43:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave one last swallow, and murmured softly "Yes, master," as she gazed into his eyes. "The customer is always right..."<br><br>She licked her lips and smiled slightly. She had not expected to enjoy that, but pleasing Michael had felt so good, so right, she knew she wanted to do it again, and again...<br><br>With that thought, she rose from her knees, smoothing down her skirt, dusting the knees of her stockings quickly. Glancing at the mirror, she refreshed her lipstick before sashaying out to greet the customers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Michael watched Grace's ass sway out into the store, he thought about the plans he had for that ass.<br><br>Then he shook his head and realized what he'd forgotten.&nbsp; "Grace!" He called out softly.&nbsp; "There are breath mints behind the counter.&nbsp; I recommend using them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:55:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, sir," she replied, stepping out and heading for the counter to look for them... blushing slightly at this reminder of what she had just done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:13:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael turned, satisfied that Grace would behave well, and continued sorting the stock in the back room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 01:42:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Refreshing herself, making sure that she looked her best... thrilled at what that now meant for her... she stood at the counter and greeted the customers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace saw a male and female browsing through the racks.&nbsp; The man was very obese, dressed in a ragged black tshirt, and the female was rather slender, clad in tshirt and black jeans, with a prominent leather collar around her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:16:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Jack Sprat and his wife</em>, she thought to herself. <em>No, they were the other way round...</em><br><br>After a moment, she spoke up. "Something I can help you with?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he heard Grace speak up, the fat man looked up and unselfconsciously leered at her.&nbsp; He made eye contact with his companion, and whispered in her ear.&nbsp; She immediately blushed, and looked down, but then started to wind her way through the racks towards Grace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She noted the leer, but said nothing... she had earned it, after all. She was curious what the man had said to the woman, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the woman arrived at the counter, she dipped her head briefly, and said, "Did Michael finally find, err, are you his new slave?"&nbsp; She looked behind her briefly.&nbsp; "Master wishes to know if you are allowed to, uh, assist us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace gasped at the question and blushed slightly, even as she nodded. "I am Michael's new slave... yes." And saying it made it feel more true, and more right. "How might I assist...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 22:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned across the counter to bring her head closer to Grace and exhaled slowly.&nbsp; "Master wants to get something for me to wear for him, and he thinks it would be best if I had someone else help me put it on.&nbsp; Would you help us pick something out?"&nbsp; She rested her hand lightly on Grace's, and met her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would be honoured..." She kept her thoughts about how this girl could do much better than her master to herself, for now. "What does your master enjoy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 19:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl looked Grace up and down.&nbsp; "To tell you the truth, Master would really enjoy you."&nbsp; She looked back to the man, now fiddling with his phone.&nbsp; "He said he'd check with Michael to see how you're allowed to be used.&nbsp; Your master has odd restrictions, sometimes."<br><br>"But as for what he wants me to wear," she continued, "Master wants me to try on one of those skimpy lacy things.&nbsp; Is there one you think would look pretty on me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 22:43:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace suppressed a grimace as she glanced at the fat man. She hoped her master wouldn't let him have anything to do with her. <br><br>She smiled at the thought of skimpy lacy things. "I'm sure we can find something you'll look lovely in." She stepped around the counter to lead her to the display.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 01:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, goody!" The other girl squealed softly as she followed Grace.&nbsp; "I'm sure we'll have fun putting them on me, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gothic Boutique (Beatrice Black and clodivs)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You sound like me..." Grace smiled as she lead the way to the pretties.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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