“Oh, Mom commed and invited you to dinner,” she added as an afterthought.“I don’t really have anything but work clothes to wear,” I warned.�...�I know. I checked your closet and drawers last time to see what you had. I had your androids give me your measurements the night before you left, and had clothes made for you,” she said nonchalantly.“Wasn’t that expensive?” I asked.“It didn’t cost a thing. The father of one of my friends is a tailor and gladly made the clothes in exchange for one of the. The other woman's jaw dropped! "You? A woman! You want to be a toilet slave?" Yes. Please!"The other woman motioned Laurie into the little room and closed the door."Have you had toilet training, or ever been a toilet slave before?" Yeah, my previous Master gave me toilet training." It's your body. Follow me."Laurie followed her. She followed her into long hallway, down a service elevator, and down another hallway, and into a locker room."You want to be in the men's room, right?" Yes, if I have. “I read or heard somewhere that man does not live by bread alone. Spanish omelets either.”“I’m sure that’s true, but man still has to set some priorities in his life. What’s more important to you right now; a big, fluffy Spanish omelet or, uh, something else?”“I guess that depends on what the ‘uh, something else’ is.” Benny’s hands slipped under the T-shirt and tentatively rubbed the silky-smooth skin of her tummy. When she responded with an appreciative ‘Ooh, that feels nice, ‘ he took the. He'ddismissed calling Amy at her office hours a few hours earlier. Who wouldbelieve that he had switched bodies with a black stripper with a littlegirl? He certainly would have dismissed anybody who's told him that,though they looked and sounded like a teenage girl from Haiti, they werereally a thirty-six year old white man. He didn't sound like "himself",and it was unlikely that Amy, or anybody else, would stay on the phonelong enough to confirm the details of things that only Steven would.