”Come here,” ordered the Master, pointing to a position just in front of him The sissy spoke even more softly now, simply unable to comprehend how...this all had happened. ”Sir, yes Sir.” She clacked over the hard floor in her heels, taking very small steps and one foot placed directly in front of the other in what she hoped was a new and feminine gait, to the spot in front of her Master. If there was ever any doubt who was in charge before, a simple snapshot of the moment would have made it. The first guy was about 5’8” 200 lbs mostly belly, dirty shaggy neck length blonde hair, with a dark green t-shirt and torn up jeans. The second guy was black probably Cuban or one of those Caribbean Islanders, he was close to 6’ maybe 5’10” and about 150-175 lbs skinny but fit; bald and wearing a dark navy polo and Kahiki cargo pants.I was guessing this because he was doing the talking. He was saying how they had seen us at the restaurant and felt I need some help with the two young lasses as. His wife certainly caught my eye.She is in her 50s, about 5'7, nice firm hips, large bulging tits and nice long legs also. She works for a Solicitors so has to wear suits for work. As I work shifts I regularly spend my time being nosey up and down the Street. When she get home from work she gets our of her little Mini so I see the taught calf muscle as she climbs out of her Car. One day I was in the front Garden and she caught me eyeing up her legs and arse as she leant in to retrieve her. Right now, it was a dull, aching void. I instinctively brushed my hand against an orderly who was rushing past, her arms full of towels, seeking enough energy to steady myself. All I felt was the plastic of the hazmat suit. Damn things.I’d have to find an Other to feed from. Everyone else in the building was wrapped in plastic. But I had to be careful. Under the terms of the Reemergence treaty signed by the Normie world leaders and the Grand Coven, my life was forfeit if anyone knew I was a.