" "I agree," Dr. Trate added. "Unfortunately, it takes such a trauma to force an unwilling boy to split from his macho past." "Yeah, I guess you're r...ght," Heather sighed. "Just don't try to hypnotize Leslie or I without our permission." "That I can promise," Dr. Trate smiled. "I'm really looking forward to having you two beauties join me." The ringing of the phone disrupted the happiness of the three as they hugged and giggled like mischievous schoolgirls. Heather answered the. Your sister blushes bright red and begins to cry. Chef raises his hand at her and yells. She gathers herself for a second, then stands over your face , facing towards your head. She slowly squats down over you, her skinny butt cheeks doing their best not to let her collapse. With her delicate little cunt directly between what is left of your bleeding cheeks, she begins to pee directly into your exposed throat hole. At first she looks up at the ceiling and away from you, but Chef yells again and. You now have the sex drive of a normal adult woman, but in the body of a doll ". "C" added, "I was pleasantly surprised when I realized you were Barbara Gordon after you shrunk out of your Batgirl suit. Our scouts had picked Ms. Gordon to be one of our "civilain guests, so I guess we got a two for one. This is going to be so much fun"." What are you going to do with me ", Barbara demanded. "You'll know soon enough" said "C". "But first put this on", he added. "C put what looked like a several. If that's how she wanted to play it, that was fine by me.I went down to the J.R.C. to watch the match. There'd be some of the mates there and a bit of crack. It was a half hour walk there. Our J.R.C. was a lot more relaxed than the NAAFI so the redcoats liked to use it. Since there was a cup match on there were quite a few troops from the attached regiments in, and the place was pretty lively. The redcoats got to know pretty quick that they were welcome as long as they behaved. Our J.R.C. was.