"This is going too far," I told her but Samantha wasn't listening to me.
"If you want to walk out of here and get back to being Kurt," she scolded me, repeating again what I really didn't understand, "you're going to have to walk out of here as a woman. You can tell me then, Carrie-Anne, how much you hate being a woman, how awful it is, how I'm abusing you by pulling your corset tighter," which she did an which made me curve in so much more, the pressure beneath my chest really intense, "but I won't believe you. You're like me, Carrie-Anne. You're going to love being in a dress and being a woman at last."
"I won't," I said to her as Samantha began to rouge my cheeks. I sat with my fingernails spread apart, drying, very slowly. Those I could break off easily, I thought, as soon as I got back to my own clothing.
It was the wig that transformed me most of all, leaving me weak at the knees. The weirdness of the makeup on a male face disappeared as the hair transformed me. My facial makeup gave this soft. dewy, feminine look that made my groin start to act up again. On, this was too crazy for words. I had to stop, I screamed silently to myself, but Samantha had more to do to me.