Sometimes it wasn't until the "Belle" had beenstripped that was it obvious that "she" was actually a sissy slave. Since many of the sissy slaveshave ...ither implants or hormone induced breasts, that revelation often did not occur until thepantaloons had been stripped from their legs exposing their crotch.Like most other slaves who fought in the matches, the first time that Rose competed, she was a"Southern Belle." She lost miserably. Her big mistake was that she didn't realize that the. One of her guards was peering into the room, apparently distracted by the sight of her, in her undergarments, whirling around the room. When she came to a halt, the guard realized that he had been staring and withdrew, the room door closing behind him.In those seconds, Kat had seen half a dozen pressure-suited men run past, headed down the corridor. The cabin was mostly soundproof so when the door opened and the sound of alarms and commands flooded in, it took Kat a minute to sort through the. "You can put your eyes back in their sockets. They're real, all right."My cheeks burned red. I started to apologize but she cut me off with a smile."I was just kidding you, Doc. I'm used to it. Heck, it's like a skunk complaining if people stare at his stripe. If he didn't have it he'd just be a stinky old squirrel."She put a hand under each mound and lifted. The nipples, thick buttons centered in brown haloes bigger than my palms, pointed straight at me."But they are real, see? Go on, touch. ”“Mom don’t get so worried, not all cancer kills. Besides my father is too damn ornery to let something like that be his undoing.”She went from me to Melody, who gave her an equally tight hug. “We don’t have any kind of cancer in our family, what could’ve happened, do you think?”Melody told her, that for Stage 2 Melanoma the survival rate was over 60%, soothing mom quite a bit. They walked over to the sofa, with Ruth sitting and leaning into her future daughter-in-law. I sat on the other side.