All Hers

by Jennifer White

 

I loved being dominated by a woman. I had a couple of mistresses who I went to for fun, but I was getting tired of their games. I mean it was fun and all, but I knew what to expect by now. I was looking for something different, something more extreme.

Through a friend of a friend, I heard of a mistress named Ava, who was supposed to be the best. I called, and set up a two hour session with her. She wasn't cheap, but if she was as good as they said, then it would be well worth it! I could hardly wait.

 

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I met her in her office. She sat at a desk. There were no other chairs.

"Sit on the floor" she said, pointing.

I took a seat on the rug. Now I had to look up at her. She was a knockout, all dressed in leather, with a tight miniskirt, knee high boots, and the works. I hoped she was as good as she looked! I could get used to seeing a mistress like her!

She asked me if I had seen a domme before.

"Oh yes" I said. "Many times. But I feel like its the same old thing with the ones I've been seeing, and now I'm kind of bored with them. I need something to take it to the next level. That's why I'm here."

"You came to the right place" she said. "All you need to do is to sign this contract and waiver, and you will become my total slave."

I was so excited! I signed the forms where she showed me. She took the papers, and stashed them away in her desk. Now she turned to me. I was on my knees, beside her desk.

"You are my slave now" she said. "From now on, you don't even have a name, other than 'slave'. You are mine in every way. I will do with you whatever I please."

Pretty good! I loved her assertive voice, and the way she was taking control. Of course, I had heard similar words from other mistresses, so while I was hopeful, I wasn't yet convinced that she was any better than anyone I had seen before.

"You like having a woman control you" she continued. "You are mine now, and I will make sure that you come to understand that you are completely in my power now. A woman owns you, and completely controls every aspect of your life now."

She reached into her desk, and pulled out a leather collar. A dog collar.

"To understand that you are mine, I will put this on you, as a reminder."

She put the collar on me tight, then attached a leash.

"Come, slave" she said, giving the collar a tug. The tug choked me for a moment. It wasn't very gentle! If she pulled hard, it would cut off my breathing! This was exciting. I stood up, and followed her down the hall, to another room.

"Heel!" she said, when I didn't keep my distance to her just right.

We entered the room, and she locked the steel door. she led me over to a steel post in the middle of the room.

"Stand with you back to it" she ordered, "Then take off all of your clothes."

I stripped naked, and stood by the pole. She pressed a button on the wall, and a pair of chains came down from the ceiling, with inch thick metal cuffs on them. She put the cuffs around my wrists, and they closed with an ominous click.

Now she pushed another button, and to small panels in the floor opened up, to either side of me. From the holes in the floor, two small metal poles appeared, with the same metal cuffs on them as I had around my hands. She made me spread me legs, about three feet apart, and closed the iron cuffs. Now I could not move my legs, and my hands were tied to chains above me too. Cool!

She walked around me, as a cat would stalk it's prey. She had a riding crop, and she teased me by touching me with it here and there. I was really aroused! I watched as she took out a white tube, and took the cap off of it. She put a latex glove on her hand, and squeezed the tube to remove some of the contents. I wanted to know what it was, but I had been to enough dommes not to question her!

She started to put the cream all over me. It kind of smelled funny, and after a few moments on my skin, it started to tingle. That wasn't bad, but then the tingle started to burn a little, and I became concerned.

"Is it supposed to burn like this?" I asked.

"How dare you question my judgment!" she snapped.

She also snapped her riding crop at me, giving me a good went on my side.

"You just lost the right to speak, slave. Now I'm going to have to gag you."

Mistress Ava went to the far wall, and came back pushing a red cabinet on wheels. The kind you see at a mechanic's shop. But when she opened the drawer, the sorts of tools inside weren't what you'd see at a car shop! There were dozens of different gags, of every description you could think of. She thought for a moment, then pulled one out.

My eyes must have bugged out of my head when I saw what she had selected. It looked just like a man's anatomy! The thing would poke into my mouth, and the balls would act like a standard ball gag.

"Take a look at what you're going to be sucking on, for quite some time" she said, pointing it right at me. She took the end that looked like a dick, and slowly pushed it into my mouth. I felt like choking, as it made its way into my mouth. Now the round part at the end, the balls, were also put into my mouth. I could only breath out my nose now, and I couldn't make any noise, as my mouth was full of the gag.

This had the effect of making me really aroused, even though I have to say I was disgusted at the thought of what I had in my mouth now!

The burning was all over, but now Mistress Ava went over to the corner, and returned with a hose. She blasted the water at me, and it was ice cold! It washed all of the cream off my body, and now I was shivering all over. This was very different from any torture I'd had before, but I couldn't see the point in it. Nor could I ask, with the gag in my mouth!

Mistress Ava turned the red tool cabinet around, and I could see that the back was all mirrored. I could see my reflection.

"Look how pathetic and weak you are" she said. "A woman is controlling you. A woman holds your fate. What kind of a pathetic man are you? Not a man at all, really."

As I stared at myself in the mirror, something occurred to me: I had no hair! Whatever she had put on me, it had burned my hair right off. My chest was smooth now, as were my legs. What was going on?

She went to the tool chest, and returned with two things in her hands which I didn't recognize. They looked just like women's breasts! She was putting something on the backs of them, out of a tube. It smelled like glue. She took the two breasts, and walked up to me.

"Mmph!" I said, as she took them, and pressed them onto my chest, over my nipples. She pressed hard, and held them for a minute.

"These are to remind you that you're not a man anymore" she said. "Now your skin is smooth and hairless, like a woman's. And now you've got large breasts, like a woman does. You see slave, you're going to become a woman. You're too weak and pathetic to be a man. So I'm going to turn you into a woman."

I didn't want that! I wanted this to stop! I tried to think: Mistresses always gave you a safe word you could say, or a sign you could do when things got too extreme. Hadn't she given me one? I thought, but I realized the answer was no! There was no way to stop this!

She let got, and the breasts stayed on my chest, where she had placed them. In the mirror, it looked like I had boobs! She had something in her hand now: a pink bra! She pulled on the straps, and they came apart, with the sound of Velcro ripping. She wrapped the bra around me, and fastened it in the back. Then she attached the straps again with the Velcro. In the mirror, now not only was I stacked, I had a pink bra on now too!

Now she undid one leg, and slipped something pink over my ankle, before relocking the cuff. Then she did the same on the other side. She slid it up, higher and higher. I wanted to cry out, as I saw that she was putting pink thong panties on me! No! I didn't want that!

"There" she said, sounding satisfied. "My slave girl now is wearing her panties and her bra. And she's got a dick in her mouth, sucking away like a good little girl."

I felt true fear for the first time in years, since going to be dominated. I didn't want to be a woman!

"That's right" she said, sensing what I felt. "You can't stop this. You are completely in my control now. You are mine. And I have decided that you are to become a woman. I'm going to make you so feminine, that when you go to work on Monday, you're going to want to go into the office wearing a dress. I'm going to make you believe that you are a woman. I'm going to make you into want I want. And what I want, is for you to be a girl."

I was terrified! This wasn't my fantasy anymore, this was a nightmare! I struggled against my bonds, but there was nothing I could do.

"How does it feel to really be controlled by a woman?" she asked.

I couldn't answer. I had the gag shaped like a dick in my mouth, which just added to the insult!

And speaking of which, now Mistress Ava did something that seemed even more intimidating to me. She pulled her skirt up her torso, so that I cold see her tight black panties. Now she went to her toolbox, and came back with a strap-on, which she attached to herself. It looked huge! It even had a slight curve upwards, so it looked like she had a hard-on. As she continued to work on me, it was pointed at me now, and I couldn't help but to stare at it.

"Once I'm done with your transformation" she said, "you'll be on your knees sucking this."

My eyes must have betrayed me terror. Somehow, she had found my deepest fear, and she was playing it against me! I didn't want to be a woman! How could I stop this? This was insane!

Mistress Ava went to her toolbox, and came back with what looked like another strap-on. She pulled down the panties I was wearing, and smiled at me. She pointed it right in my face, so I could see how realistic it looked. She took it, and slipped it over my penis, which of course was soft and small right now. Then she attached the straps. She positioned it, so that it was pointing straight up, flat against my front. She tightened a strap to keep it there. Lastly, it seemed like she put a strap around my balls, which felt really funny.

After she pulled my panties back up, you could see the bulge from it in front of me. Now she reached up, and removed my gag. At last, I could breathe! At last I had that horrible thing out of my mouth! I had to stop this. Now.

"What is my safe word?" I asked.

"There is no safe word" she replied. "And how dare you question me? This once, I will ignore your insolence. But next time, I can tell you, you will be punished with pain like you've never felt before."

No safe word? But I wanted this to stop!

"Please Mistress Ava" I said. "This has gone too far. I don't want this anymore. Please stop."

She looked at my, and put her hands on her hips.

"I warned you, slave" she said. "Now you will be punished. But first, I need to explain something. The device I put around your genitals is electronic. I have the remote control here. There are several modes of pain I can inflict with it. Lets start with this one."

The remote looked like your standard TV remote control. She pointed it at me, and pressed a button. Suddenly, I could feel the constriction around my balls getting tighter and tighter. Suddenly, I felt pain, and I had to cry out!

"Aahh!!!" I yelled.

"I can also administer a small electric shock. A small shock to be sure, but you will feel it, with such sensitive organs as you have."

I struggled against my restraints, but she pressed the button, and suddenly I was hit with a shock that made me want to scream. Such pain! I had never felt anything like that before! I normally liked pain as part of the dominate game. But not like that! It was going way too far.

"That was level one" she said. "The device goes to twenty. No man has ever got above level twelve, and not passed out. With level fifteen, there is permanent damage to your dick. Each time I am forced to punish you, I will move the pain up one level. If you're not man enough to tolerate level one, I doubt you'll enjoy level two."

"I am going to remove your bonds in a moment" she said. "But first, there are couple of things you need to know about the remote. First of all, there is a button that needs to be pushed every few minutes. Otherwise, it goes crazy, administering full pain. If you were to run out of the room, in a few moments, you'd be doubled over, as it goes off."

She walked over to me, so that her strap-on was touching my leg, which made me feel terrible and intimidated even more.

"So you see, slave, if you were to try and take it from me, you would have to guess which button is the right one. If you hit the wrong button, you'd administer pain to yourself. And that could be very harmful. One of the buttons would tighten the belt so much, that you'd be castrated. So I know you won't try to use your manly size and strength to take this from me, because you don't know how to work it, and if you press the wrong button, well, you'll be well on your way to being a real girl."

There was nothing I could do! She was going to loosen my bonds, but I'd be unable to leave, unable to overpower her and grab the remote. As long as I had this device on, I was hers. I wondered how I could get it off?

She removed the bonds from my feet, and then from my wrists. I collapsed to the floor, because my knees were so weak. I looked up at her, with the strap-on pointing menacingly at my face. She was smiling. She was really enjoying this! How cruel and mean she was!

"Stand, slave" she ordered.

I did as she asked. She took out black leather thing, which I didn't recognize. It had all sorts of straps on either end. She took it over to me, and started to wrap it around me, so the straps were at the back. What kind of torture device was this?

"Hold it up, slave" she said.

I did as she asked, while she went to the back.

"Higher" she said.

I pulled it up higher, and I noticed how in the front, the leather was cut so that it fit perfectly around the fake breasts I had on my chest. I felt a chill go through me: this wasn't a torture device; it was a corset. She removed my bra, and my fake breasts stayed put from the glue. Then she started fastening it up in the back, really tight. So tight, that it was becoming harder to breathe! Now my corset was supporting my breasts, instead of a bra.

"This will give you feminine curves" she said. "You want to look good in a dress, don't you?"

I gulped.

"I asked you a question slave!" she hissed, as she picked up the remote control. "Tell me: you want to look good in a dress, don't you?"

I didn't want to feel that pain again!

"Yes Mistress Ava" I said, "I want to look good in a dress."

I hated saying it, but it was the only thing I could say to save myself. I was in survival mode now.

The corset was in place now. It was really tight and constricting. Looking in the mirror, I saw how it pinched my waist down, which sort of did make it look like I had curves. But she was far from done. Now she hand me a pair of pantyhose.

"Slave, tell me that you want to wear these" she said. "Beg me to let you put them on."

I couldn't let her zap me again! I had no choice. Plus, if level one was that bad, what would level two be like? I wasn't about to find out! I did as she ordered.

"Mistress Ava" I said, "I want to wear pantyhose. Please, can I put those on? Please?"

"And why do you want to wear them, slave?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. I knew the answer she wanted.

"Because Mistress Ava, you are turning me into a girl. And girls wear pantyhose."

"Exactly, slave" she said. "I am turning you into a girl. And you cannot stop it, can you?"

"No Mistress Ava" I said.

She handed me the pantyhose.

"You may put them on slave, since you want them so much. But be careful; if you cause a run in them when you put them on, I will have to punish you!"

I was very careful putting them on! Now they covered my smooth legs.

Mistress Ava pointed to a chair, and ordered me to sit there. I did.

"Cross your legs, like a girl" she said. "Girls always sit with their knees together, and their legs crossed."

"Yes Mistress Ava" I said, as I put one leg over the other.

Now she told me to hold out my hands. I did, and she pressed something clear and oval onto my fingernail. She held it for a while, then did the next nail. I realized that she was gluing something on me to give me long nails! I couldn't believe that I was seeing long nails on my hands. When she was done, she took out a bottle of bright red nail polish.

"Girls like to paint their nails" she said. "You are becoming a girl. So you want to paint your nails too, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress Ava" I said. "I want to paint my nail. Please, can I?"

She handed the bottle of nailpolish to me.

"Yes dear, you are a girl, so you can paint your nails. Be sure to do a good job, so I don't have to punish you."

And so there I was, painting my own nails, as she stood there with the remote control in her hand, and he strap-on still pointing to me, as if she had a big hard-on. I hands were shaking as I painted my nails the bright red color.

Now she handed me a black cami top with very thin little straps. She made me beg her to put it on, which I did of course. It was very tight, and really showed of the breasts she had glued onto my chest.

Next, she had me beg her to let me wear a tight black leather skirt. When I put it on, it came up to where the corset pinched in my waist. And it came down just low enough to cover my panties. It felt so weird to be wearing a skirt! And so intimidating to have one on that barely covered me up down there! The leather was thick enough that you couldn't see any bulge between my legs. In the mirror, between the skirt, the pantyhose, the corset, the fake breasts and the cami top, it almost looked like my head on a big woman's body.

"A girl like you should have long beautiful hair, don't you think?" she said.

"Oh yes Mistress Ava" I replied quickly. "A girl like me should have long beautiful hair."

She smiled as she pulled out a wig. I was going to have long red hair! She put it on my head, and attached it so it wouldn't come off. And now, she made me beg her to wear makeup. She did my face up for me, with lots of mascara and lots of bright red lipstick.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Now I did look like a woman. An ugly big woman, but a woman none the less. I was just gaping at myself as she sprayed perfume all over me. I just stood there as she clipped earrings on me, which hurt a little as the pinched my earlobes. She put a faux-pearl necklace on me, and a bunch of plastic bracelets on my wrists.

"These are the kind that college girls wear at parties these days" she said. "Each color represents a different sex act that the girl is willing to do."

I had six of them on! What six things was I willing to do? I didn't want to find out!

As a final touch, she put me into high heel shoes. They were a little tight, but big enough for my feet. I looked like some kind of awful party girl, when I saw myself in the mirror.

"You are a girl now" she said. "Tell me that you are."

"I am a girl" I said, which made me shudder all over. I didn't want to be a girl!

"A girl deserves a girl's name" she said. "Don't you think?"

"Yes Mistress" I said with a trembling voice.

"I'm glad you agree. I think I shall call you... Mia. Yes, Mia. That is your name now. Tell me."

"I am Mia" I said.

"Very good, Mia" she replied. Now one last thing you need.

She went to her toolbox, and came back with three pills, and a bottle of water.

"These are female hormones and a testosterone blocker" she said. "You will take these now. If you don't, I'll zap you so hard that you'll pass out. And while you're unconscious, I'll inject you with massive doses of female hormones. Your choice honey. Do you want to take a couple of little pills now, or do you want so much estrogen in your system, that your own real boobs will start growing by the end of the day?"

I didn't want to take those pills! I didn't want them to do to me what female hormones would do! But if I didn't I'd be disobeying her, she'd hurt me, then she'd give me a huge does! I had no choice but to take the pills from her, and swallow them down. This had to stop! This was so far out of control!

"There" she said. "Now you've got female hormones flowing inside your bloodstream, just like a real girl. Moment by moment, your cells are soaking in the estrogens, so that they can start to express their female functions."

She walked up to me now, close enough that the tip of her strap-on was poking me.

"Now get on your knees, and suck me" she said.

I had no choice but to obey her. I got on my knees, and opened my mouth. She slide the dld attached to her strap, into my mouth, just a little. Unlike the gag she had used before, this one was big. She rocked back and forth, so that with each thrust, it would go in deeper and deeper, until I felt it at the back of my throat. I hated how it felt!

"You're a woman, Mia" she said. "You are learning a valuable skill now. You're very good at it already."

I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. Why was she doing this to me?

"You realize that you are completely mine now, don't you?" she said, finally pulling back from me.

"Yes Mistress" I replied, as she press the dld from the strap-on against my cheek.

"And you know that I own you in every way."

"Yes Mistress."

"And you realize that with the video I've made of your session, I could blackmail you into doing anything, if I wanted to. I own you now. Unless you'd like your family and friends to see you sucking off me?"

"I am completely yours" I said.

I had never felt so helpless before! I had never felt so owned by a woman. Yes, I had wanted that, but not like this! I was hers now, but she was turning me into a woman! This wasn't exciting anymore. This wasn't arousing. I was in fear and misery. What more could she possibly do to me?

She reattached the leash to my collar, and pulled me along to follow her into another room. It contained a sofa, a couple of chairs, and a table. It was comfortable. It was nice. Why were we here now?

"In a few minutes" said Mistress Ava, "A man will join you here. He is one of my slaves."

I nodded. I didn't like the sound of this though! I didn't want anyone to see me like this, let alone another guy!

"This slave did not obey me when I gave him a command" she continued. "For that, I am punishing him."

"What is his punishment, Mistress?" I said.

"I am reorienting his desires. Instead of wanting to be with a woman, I'm making him want a man. You will make a nice transitional figure, since you're half way to becoming a woman already."

She could do that? She cold change a man's desires? I prayed that she didn't do that to me!

"When he comes in here, he will know that you are still partly male. I have given him an assignment: to seduce you. I want you to play hard to get with him. Don't just cave in and give yourself to him! Make him work for it. Your assignment is to act like a woman at all times. If you whisper to him that you're really a guy, you'll be punished. If you do anything that a man would do, you'll be punished. You will act like a woman at all times. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress" I said, my voice trembling with fear.

"Remember" she said, "I may not be here, but I'll be watching and listening."

After she left me alone, I looked around the room, wondering where the hidden cameras and microphones were. I was completely terrified! I thought I knew fear before. I didn't. This was fear.

It was terrible to sit there waiting. The waiting was horrible! What was worse, knowing what was coming, or waiting for it? When the doorknob turned and a guy walked in, I felt like I was going to throw up. I was breathing hard by now, but the corset was so tight, I felt like I was going to pass out!

"Um, hi" said the guy. "I'm Jack."

"Hi Jack, I'm Mia" I said, trying to make my voice sound like a girl's.

"Mind if I sit down?" he asked.

"By my guest replied.

 

I was disturbed when he sat right next to me.

"Um, so Mistress Ava tells me that you belong to her too?"

"Yes" I said. "I am all hers."

"Did you used to be a man?" asked Jack, his voice full of fear.

"I am a woman" I said, not wanting Mistress Ava to hear me say what I really thought!

We made conversation, not saying much. But pretty soon, Jack started to try to put the moves on me. I felt that sickening feeling in my stomach again. This was just so awful, being flirted with!

"Your eyes are really pretty" he said.

"Thanks" I replied, not knowing what else to say.

"And your lips" he said. "Can I kiss them?"

I shook my head.

"Please?" he said. "You're so, um, pretty, and I want you."

I sure didn't want him! I found it easy to play hard to get, as Mistress Ava had asked me to! That goodness for that. If she had told me to give in to him, I didn't know if I could have done it, even under the threat of pain.

Finally, he turned to me, and whispered in my ear, so that not even the most sensitive mike could hear.

"If you don't let me kiss you" he said, "then she'll castrate me. Please!"

My heart went out to the guy. I knew how it felt to be threatened with castration! I didn't want to kiss him, but I couldn't let a fellow guy get his balls cut off! I nodded my head, and closed my eyes. I felt warm lips on mine, and a hand touch me on my cheek. I felt so vulnerable, so weak.

"Thank you" he said, when he pulled back from me.

Just then, Mistress Ava walked into the room.

"Very good slave" she said to Jack. "You just kissed your first man. Next time, it won't be one on his way to becoming a woman. Next time, you'll be making out with a manly man."

Jack's eyes looked helpless, as she led him out of there, leaving me alone. I took a tissue from the table, and kept wiping off my lips. I felt so dirty! I had to get it off of me!

Mistress Ava returned, and smiled at me.

"You played hard to get, but you gave into him" she said. "I guess you are a woman. So now, you'll learn your next lesson."

She pulled up her skirt, and reattached the dld to the straps around her. The strap-on was back in place. She pointed down in front of her, for me to kneel again. I did as she asked.

Once again, she put the thing into my mouth, and thrust her pelvis forward so that it filled my mouth. But now, I felt a strange tingling between my legs. A pleasurable tingling.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" she said. "This is another setting for my remote. I can make you feel aroused whenever I want. I'm going to retrain your mind, so that you'll associate dills with pleasure. Then we'll associate pussy with pain. Soon, you'll get aroused from the sight of a man's anatomy, while you'll cower at the sight of a woman."

I tried not to feel good between my legs, but I couldn't help it! The thing was giving me such stimulation! She pulled out of my mouth, and ordered me to start stroking her, as if I was jerking her off. I started to do that, and she upped the feeling of pleasure for me.

"That's right my love" she said. "It feels good for you to touch a man. You can't help it. You're about to come in your panties, from touch me like that."

I tried not to. I tried to make it stop. But suddenly, I felt myself throbbing, and I felt everything get warm and wet. I had come in my panties. No!!!

"Now that you're becoming a woman, you will start to develop a woman's sexual desires" she said.

It was too much. I was hyperventilating, and the corset was too tight. The room started to spin, and everything went black.

 

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I woke up, laying on a table. I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I cupped my hands over my breasts, and the bra I had on which was supporting them.

I sat up, and went to the mirror. My lipstick needed to be touched up. I reached into my purse and pulled out a tube. I knew that I could touch up my lipstick without using the mirror, but I liked to be sure, in case I missed any spots I ran my hands through my long hair, making sure that it looked good. It had been too long since I had my perm, and my hair was getting difficult to manage.

I turned to the side, and frowned. I needed to lose more weight in my tummy. If I was going to look good in my new little black dress for the party, I'd need to lose another five pounds. Salad for me tonight again!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I went to get it, and I smiled. It was my friend Ava.

"Hi!" I said. "I was a bad girl, I overslept."

"Hey" she said, "You look fine. Are you ready?"

"Let me grab my purse" I said.

I sat down an pulled on my heels. I saw my toenails, and realized they needed to be touched up. The nailpolish was chipped in a few places. I hoped that nobody noticed! I'd be so embarrassed. I grabbed my purse, and joined Ava at the door. We walked arm in arm down the street to her favorite French cafe.

It was a big day for me. A casual date, with a new guy that Ava had set me up with. I had been so bummed out when my boyfriend left me. But Ava said I had to jump right back into it. So here I was, feeling nervous like a schoolgirl, as I waited to see him for the first time.

The girls at work had set me up with my last boyfriend, but they didn't have any prospects for me this time. I felt jealous; most of them had steady boyfriends. I was the only girl in the office who wasn't dating, it seemed.

I had put on my new pink thong panties, since they wouldn't show any panty lines through my tight jeans. I loved the sparkling heart on the front of them. I had admired them in the mirror, and how flat they laid across my front. The were small, so it was a good thing I had a bikini wax last weekend!

I had some lubricant in my purse, in case I got lucky tonight. I felt jealous of a girl like Ava. Her pussy was able to wet itself. Mine didn't because of my birth defects. I had needed surgery to make my own vagina look right. I wished that I could get pregnant like Ava could, but it wasn't any good to focus on the negative. I had to focus on the positive: I was an attractive woman, and I was going on a date tonight.

"I just want to thank you for all you've done for me" I said to Ava.

"No problem, Mia!" she said. "I'm so glad I could help you."

"You've helped make me so happy" I said. "Your the best friend a girl could ask for."

"Aw, that's sweet" she said.

She looked up. My date was here! Now was time for the fun to begin.

  

  

  

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