I leaned back over to Nick and murmured, "You'll be the best she's ever had -- guaranteed. The rest is up to you."Nick sat back and nodded soberly. "T...anks, Man."I shrugged. "It's apparently for her own good -- and she owes you. You know what she wants -- and theoretically, you can provide it as easily as I can -- or she should believe that, anyway, given my cover, since we supposedly have similar status. You do what you think best -- if you think it's unfair, don't get mixed up in it." Right.". He said my mother was begging to leave her but the teacher was insisting her to do something.Then he said he was shocked to see my mother taking off the sari and standing in blouse and petticoat. There she was begging again and principal went to her and said something after which she removed her blouse and petticoat. He said she stood there with bra and underwear hiding her boobs with hand. I will continue the sex story as of how he narrated it.Then they took her to the sofa and made her to lie. I start to stand up to leave, and he stands up first, and "accidentally" knocks me back down to sitting. I say sorry (I've come to realize when someone this big does something, even when it is their fault, to go ahead and make like it's my fault. He looks down at me and his cock is right in my face. I look up at him and he gives me a confident smirk. I look at him a little confused. Then he asks if I have ever been with a guy. I look a little shocked, at his blunt question, and say no.He says,. I was a Handmaiden. I was a she.In hindsight, it hadn't taken that much conversion. I was kind of ashamedof how compliant I had been, of how quickly I had put on the bra andpanties and gone to work. I actually liked having breasts, the weight ofthem, the warmth of them, the erotic sensations when I touched them.In the days to come, I would learn that my former friends were fadingaway fast. They thought I was a wing nut, a zealot who was dangerous andhalf-crazy. Time replaced them with new.