And today she had chosen to wear a tight, thin white crop top, with no bra. Her swollen tits and hardened nipples were quite obviously visible, and sh... sauntered in such a way that her chest jiggled merrily, struggling against its fabric confines.As she approached me, her face curled into a gleaming, beautiful grin; to describe it, I will quote a far more eloquent man than I. “It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five. It's more than that though; more than the physical discomfort. I'm left wondering what they are going to ask me to do and what I will consent to.Jo arrives with an electric razor. She has me kneel and then watches as I shave my head. She tells me that I will do this every day to keep my head smooth and hairless. It feels strange. It's not like the hair has even started to grow back, or at least, so it seems. When I say this to Jo she simply tells me that it's part of my routine. It doesn't. "Oh my!" she said. "I never thought of that!"She stepped back but Julia stopped her. "It's probably too late to do it now. It won't do any good to worry about it. It took your daddy and me a whole year to make you. Now. You've had your fun. You have cooking duty tonight. Let's see if we can find something to go with that venison."That night was the tiniest bit tense when it was time to sleep. Molly, for the first time, decided to sleep naked. When she removed her dress everyone could see. Lund’, which again meant nothing, though I knew more ‘K’ names than I did ‘Z’ names.A few minutes later a stocky, dark-haired guy with thick glasses sat down to my left.“Zach Gleason,” he said.“Mike Loucks,” I replied, extending my hand to shake.“Materials sciences,” he said.“Biochem, for pre-med,” I replied.A tall, thin blonde guy, who was more or less the opposite of Zach, sat down to my right.“Mike Loucks,” I said. “Biochem for pre-med.”“Kurtis Lund,” he replied. “Physics.”Zach and Kurtis.