Apparently something had happened, something that crushed my little girl and I needed to be consoling and comforting, not precipitous by jumping to co...clusions. “Well, not knowing what he did, how can I answer?” Her eyes, still slowing the trickling tears down her face, blinked twice and looked up at me. I could see the streaks left by her tears, the tracks of makeup were heartrending and painful to see. “Daddy, I thought we were going to have a celebration of my struggle, but no. Matt took me. ” “No problem, I can take a taxi.” She thought for a second and then said, “Are you still tired?” “No, actually I am feeling fine.” “Would you like to see a different side to Panama than last night?”“Sure, I would love to.” “Good, stay here while I get changed and then we can take my car.” She went into the bathroom carrying a plastic bag. When she came out a few minutes later, it was a different woman. She wore a tight white dress that ended high on her thigh; on her feet she wore heels and. Wet and glistening, longer and thicker that my own, grey like his fur with a gentle curve to the rounded tip and ending in a knot as big as my fist. I was a little ashamed at how much I wanted it. Was this some new power, this ability to twist my emotions, my desires, or was I just plain wrong through and through, wanting someone, something, that had hurt me so much. I fingered the collar around my neck with my dry hand and tried to recapture how angry I had been when I threw a spoon at. “My name is Gareth!”“Not important!” The shemale told him firmly. “You will soon be a born-again slut, and sluts need new names. Now, I must depart. Enjoy the show, small-dicks, I shall see you all in a few hours!”And with that she left the room with a door located behind the three of them. The heavy metal clang of a cell door locking told them of her departure, and a few seconds after the wide screen TV before them came on.The day’s brainwashing had begun…—–Gareth watched the images for the.