It was the third day and as he approached the front door the bell sounded. Two women, possibly in their late fifties or early sixties were standing th...re. "Yes ladies", he said. Although both were plump the least plump of the two replied. "We would like to talk about our religion". She said it with a nice smile that maybe was intended to soften any objection to the subject for 'door knocking' by any one of the many religions was now rare.As the woman spoke he studied them. Although plump they. Of course, I have no idea what to do with it. Should itfeel like there's a lot or a little? It feels like there's not muchthere at all. Logically I think I should be freaking out, but somehow Ifeel very much at peace with the new me."He smiled, even if his smile had a slightly sinister look to it. "You'vebeen assigned a new room in the girl's quarters. Check with Joan whenyou leave for some boxes and your new room number. With your pleasantand cooperative demeanor I'm authorizing you to leave. Like they say, “walk before you run.”The next week went by without much fanfare. I started and ended each day by walking a loop around the subdivision, about a mile or so each time. I had found a rubber band weight machine in the basement, that I moved upstairs and started using twice a week for an hour each time. I figured I’d get the whole thing with the hospital finished before I started calling around for martial arts classes.I read a lot and made sure to get my chores done in a timely. There was cum EVERYWHERE and Judy and I made a show off production of licking it off each other, the guys, my ass and puss and hers, too, and all the jizz on the floor. Yeah, those fools couldn't throw money fast enough. Oh, yeah, I had my girl scout uniform on, too. I guess when those guys saw cum all over that dress it made them fucking crazy. There are things about boys and men that I will never understand... I don't know... Judy and I sure liked the money..."Ida" "Yeah. guys sure get.