The girl in the collar was standing naked before me. She had been written on with a marker. Whore on her forehead. Slut down her right thigh. Cock...sucker across her belly. I smiled and she said my master said you can have me for the night but he wants to watch you fuck me like a whore first. I took her over to where her master sat. I had her spread her legs and bend over right in front of him. I shoved my cock into her pussy and started fucking her. I was verbal with her. The more I. .It happened! I had boobs inside the cups of the bra! Just like that!I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. I removed the bra--more trouble than putting it on, because of my breasts--set it aside,and the boobs were gone.I tried it again and again. Put it on; the boobs appeared. Take itoff; the boobs disappeared. Then I thought of something: what else wastransformed...?I felt down between my legs. No such luck. The old male parts were stillthere, bra or no bra.Then I had. It's hard on their bodies." Now..." said Bob, "you have a REASON for making a rule. If women try to have babies too young, they may not survive. The babies may not survive. The rule comes into place because we, as humans, are capable of gaining wisdom. This is the whole crux of my program. When you leave here, I hope to have taught you to question everything. If there is a rule that restricts your behavior, I want you to question it, and understand whether or not it is a good rule, or a bad. The final humiliation was an impatient scraping that abraded the tender flesh between her legs while, as ordered, the last of her hair was removed with a razor-sharp blade.Denied the comfort of a towel, she let her captors move her back to some sort of canted bench. A click announced the refastening of her collar to hold her in place, but this time she was on her back.And then came hands. Many of them, all at once. Prodding, squeezing, mauling. Her tits were roughly handled, her nipples.