“Hurry your ass up, Becky!”“Bitch, I’m coming!”However, red was also the color of drunken lust at a football game.Becky was a smart, pretty ...irl who just happened to be a sorority chick. Not one of these stereotypical “Phi Beta Bitch” sluts. Boys looked at her with that predatory look in their eye and thought: 'You're a freak, ain't you?' She hated that tired trope about sorority girls. She wasn't like those other bitches.She was one of those bitches in a past life. She loved her sorority. I was shocked seeing this. I asked her that what happens if her mother comes to know this. Lath replied that nothing is going to happen don’t waste the opportunity. But I was afraid if Rajamma comes to know this she would complain to my parents and them r going to kill me. I said this to Latha and she said this is her mothers plan. I was shocked listening this. Rajamma came into the room from back of the door. She was hiding there and listening to our words. She smiled at me and said come on. "I do little one," he said, "Your trust in Me has never been in question. It's yourself. You must learn to trust yourself and know your own limits. I know them but it's important that you do as well." With this he leaned over and kissed my forehead as he started his beat up truck leaving me much to think over. As we arrived at Master's house I was no longer confused. Well.... I was still Very confused-- but decided not to let it matter because Master knew what he was doing-- if i didn't. All I could dowas stare blankly into the mirror as slowly but surely my once masculineimage was being transformed into that of a women. The arched eyebrowscertainly didn't help this effect. While Sasha was performing theeyebrow shaping she told me that they would also be coloring my browsand eyelashes and not only that but my eyelashes would be getting a permof there own very soon. I hardly heard any of this, as I was lost inthought over my predicament.The timer went off and I found myself back.