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Damsel In Distress

Duncan was in heaven. 'T... T... That sounds fine,' he said slightly awkwardly. She continued to flick through her clothes and eventually choose him an irresistibly feminine outfit and gave him a razor and some shaving foam. 'Don't forget to shave your legs when you have a bath tonight.' She said.

Duncan looked horrified. 'Your joshing, right?'

'No I'm not, how can you expect to be a convincing girl in my pretty dress with stubbly legs, underarm hair and a manly chest, ugh! The thought is quite repulsive.'

Duncan looked down at his hairy legs and chest. 'I guess your right.'

He eagerly took the shaving equipment from her and stood to leave. He suddenly remembered he should be less enthusiastic so he frowned for effect and closed the door behind him as she chuckled like a naughty school girl. 'See you in the morning, Cindy. Sleep well.'

'And you,' he shouts but he was so excited, so hot, so hard he knew he would hardly sleep at all.