Too apprehensive to complain, Joe swung out of bed, slipped on his high heeled mules, and grabbed a robe which matched his chemise.Too apprehensive to complain, Joe swung out of bed, slipped on his high heeled mules, and grabbed a robe which matched his chemise. Joe tried to remain self-possessed as he followed Monica down the hall, but was not very successful. He knew he presented a spectacle; a bald man with the figure of a centerfold. Walking in his high heels produced a loud racket which resounded throughout the corridors. With each step his large breasts bounced awkwardly, the nipples rubbing against his satin gown, providing unwanted stimulation. He tried to straighten up and not swing his hips so much. This made his breasts even more prominent and walking more tedious. They entered a room containing a bed and some unfamiliar gadgets. "Strip and lie down on the bed." Joe shed his robe and chemise. He felt uneasy, not being aware of his implanted need to conceal his breasts. The strange man entered and Joe experienced intense embarrassment and instinctively covered his breasts with his arms. He was grateful when Monica covered him with a sheet, over which she placed a plastic mat for protection. Monica produced a gas mask. Knowing the futility of resistance, Joe breathed deeply. As his awareness ebbed Joe saw the man raise what looked like a dentists drill and attach a bottle of red fluid to it. "Wait a minute, that's a ... " The tattooist turned on his needle and started to outline the unconscious man's appealing lips. |