The Cocktail Waitress
The Cocktail Waitress Belladonna I shuddered as I looked at my reflection in the mirror as the stylist moved to touch up the makeup where my breast forms met my chest. "Looking good," Doug said as he gave me a thumbs-up from the seat that he had watched various bits and pieces of my feminization from. I shook my head in response before I gazed into the mirror and became transfixed by my reflection. What I saw made me sick to my stomach. From head to toe I looked every bit a...