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So there you are, bound in the bathtub, unable to escape and your wife is standing above you, laughing cruelly.
“Have you never heard, Aaron,”she asked, “that more tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones? So, you want to be a woman, do you? You want to be like me, to dress like me, to wear pantyhose like me. We’ve already shaved you down with that Epilady so your legs are all smooth and beautiful like mine.” She ran her hand sensuously over her pantyhose clad legs, giving a little twirl and arching her feet so you can see the way her high heels accentuate her perfect legs. “Yes,” she says, as though reading your mind. “My legs are perfect though you always thought yours were just as good, even better perhaps.” She smiles derisively. “Well now, we shall see, shan’t we? We shall ALL OF US SEE.”
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