. game? What’s your angle?” Crowley’s crisp English accent couldn’t hide his suspicion and fear of me.I was a lone wolf, so to speak. A rogue,...a renegade. I was a free agent, operating with my crew according to my own damn rules, and with no chain of command to restrain. There was no handbook, no book of regulations, no disciplinary process to bring me to heel. The only ones guiding me were the Muses, and they answered to far greater Deities than any in this particular dimension. A lot greater. A few garter belts, three full slips, two camisoles and two half slips were added to my growing pile of apparel. The last lingerie that I got was sleepwear, getting three long nightgowns, three waltz-length nightgowns and three baby doll nightgowns. All were in the softest, most feminine colors and were adorned with lace. I then selected outerwear for my new daughter. Several skirts, some full and some straight, all knee length and several blouses in a variety of styles were selected also. . Then a red pigment was given and ordered to insert deep in to my penis using knitting needle.Now I have to masturbate again. This time I did cum on a white sheet but it was red, red as blood. The crowd cheered. Aunt stood up and declared she will frame this stained white cloth as a moment to remember this day.Now was made to sit on the floor with legs wide spread and dick straight ahead on the floor. Now all ladies took their turn to stand on my dick bare foot and apply their whole body weight. What then seemed ahardship proved a priceless blessing. Not only did my ramshackle livingconditions spark the fiery work ethic for which I'm now famous, but it wasalso on the unsettling, shooting prone sidewalk between my apartmentcomplex and the grocery store where I first met Cat, the first woman whosebody I occupied.She was a blonde whose diet and daily workout routines made herirresistible to the opposite sex. When she wandered the neighborhood weshared in those days she carried mace on her.