MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262
It was the day before the end of summer vacation and Todd Stanwick was elated. His summer job would end tomorrow and along with it the mad charade that he had maintained for the last two and a half months–the charade that he was a girl named Tara. He could barely contain himself when he thought of tomorrow and how he would then be able to leave the office, go home and finally and forever wash off the makeup, remove the pantyhose and heels and dispose forever of all the feminine accoutrements that had been part of his disguise and return to some semblance of normalcy, to try to recover from the humiliating mindfuck of this summer, to attempt to mend his masculinity which, after his mother’s efforts to feminize him, had been left in shreds.