Birthday Present Chapter 6

Donna opened several more and the message was similar for each. I stood there speechless and dumb struck. I truly did not know what to do. Donna had exposed our little game to the porn world and without my knowledge or consent. I knew that this had gone too far and that this was a step from which we could never return. Donna kept reading the e-mails, enraptured at the power which they conferred onto her. I quietly slipped from the office and went into the bedroom. My ass hurt deeply from the rape that I had just endured for I would never have participated in anything like this if I had realized what she was doing. I found tears running down my face as I took of the dress and shoes and undergarments and wig. I went into the bathroom, carrying a clean pair of panties, because I found that my BVD's were not in my drawer. I showered and feeling stubble on my body, I went ahead and shaved it off because it would itch if I let it grow. But I knew in my heart that our little experiment had to stop. It had gone too far by a long shot. I used the facial cleanser and cleaned the makeup off of my face. I dried off and slipped into the satin panties, vowing that I would change as soon as I could find my BVD's. I went back into the bedroom and opened my drawer to get a pair of jeans. My jeans were missing. The only pants in the drawer were the black stretch jeans that I had worn to the donut shop on Saturday.

I started to call Donna but didn't want to confront her wearing only panties. I slipped the jeans up over my hips, having to wiggle to get them on and buttoned and zipped them up. I opened my tee shirt drawer and found my tee shirts missing and in their place only a few girls midriff tees in pastel colors. I picked up the top one, pink, and slipped it over my head. My nipples tingled and protested as the shirt fell over them. They were very sore as was my rear passage.

In my sock drawer I found only pink rimmed anklets. Leaving the drawer open I went to the closet. On the floor where my shoes normally are were the pairs of heels Donna had bought me and a pair of pink girls running shoes.