As Alan stirred uneasily on the narrow bed he was unaware of the intense scrutiny that was being directed toward is body - a body encased in a tight corset and a filmy, almost transparent, black nylon nightgown that covered him from his neck down to his ankles. A garment that did little to hide the fact that his body had been radically altered in the last four weeks.
Christine grinned malevolently as his eyes began to flicker open and then shut again as if he was afraid to leave the cocoon of restful slumber that he had occupied for so long. In spite of the time it was taking, she wanted to savor the moment of his regaining consciousness so she did nothing to bring him to full alertness. Rather, she sat quietly and peered closely at his face.