Was I actually starting to adaptto the life of an old lady? At times it seemed like Steve had left and thespirit of Dolly had moved in. Was I actual...y becoming her? That wouldhardly be surprising, given my current form and the need to impersonate hercompletely. Was I in danger of losing myself?Still didn't like bingo though.* * *These sinister thoughts started me worrying about my relationship withAnnie.One night I was sitting at the dressing table in my nightie, sponging offmy make-up,. First I bind them together, then to the solid wooden back of the chair. You sigh and wiggle excitedly in the chair. "Still," I say softly in your ear. You stop moving with some effort. Coming back into your field of view I am carrying a bundle of rope. You meet my eyes, a nearly permanent grin plastered to your face. You can see the lust in my eyes and I let slip a small smile of my own. Wrapping the soft silk rope around both of your legs, leaving long loose ends that I disappear behind you. Tattoos and piercings faded, leaving flawlessly smooth flesh. They eachgrabbed their chests as mounds began to push out against their shirts.Suddenly they both shrank, so quickly that it set their new breasts tojiggling. They staggered and barely kept their balance when their hipsrounded out and their butts swelled deliciously. They both grabbed attheir crotches with dismayed expressions on their pretty faces.I finally realized what was happening. My masters were now just like me,gorgeous. The mistress and a couple other ladies began the clean up of the christened cum slave. Donna used a soft wet cloth, but the other two lapped with tongue and collected with searching fingertips. Like children playing with puddled mud they smeared and rubbed jizz between fingers and palms, enjoying texture and smell before licking fingers clean. Donna even bent down and removed a snow cap of cum from Krissy’s still stiff nipple and drew a long pull of tongue through her soiled cleavage. All three.