I stepped out of my jeans and looked in the Mirror on my closet.From the waist down, I had the stunning body of my 10 years older, superhot step-siste... Jenna and they looked stunning in her frilly panties. Butfrom the waist up, I was still my normal 14 year old self.One of the things I could not get used to was the gap between my legs,were my still developing member should sit.Without putting too much further interest into how my body looked now, Ithrew on a pair of sweatpants.My butt did still. She knew the meaning. She just nodded and stood there still.Manager: So let’s practice. Come, take orders from us.Aisha didn’t move for a few seconds. But now, she had just become a robot and was following orders. As her brain had stopped working and she couldn’t take all this. She then went beside the table.Aisha (in feeble voice): What would you like to have, sir?Deputy Manager 1: Not like that. Be more cheerful. Smile. Be energetic.Manager: It’s her first time. She will learn it. Aisha, just. ."Welcome to the club, sister." You are..." We used to have real worthless names, of real worthless people...Vernon Ghallagher, Neil House, Brian Nation..."A tall black woman brushed back her hair saying. "I was John Colton...huh... I'M now Cat Jackson! The singing lover!"I grinned. And I had been Curt Parr, lifeless male. I am now PersisKamali, a promise of eastern pleasures. Giver of love and loyalty. AndI felt what they felt..."None of you have..."Cat shook her head. "Nah... it's a shame.... I wonder if it were a punishment. I knocked the door and I found her sleepy when she opened the door. Even in sleepy state she started smiling seeing so much obedience.She got freshened and taught me some tricks of Maths. I concentrated on her teaching. I followed the routine. At evening , Seema told me she had her periods. She was horny but , she did not want me to touch her.I restrained myself.In class I found teacher monitoring almost all my actions.She must also have realized increasing.