She looked down at herhandiwork, and with a smug smile she told me that I am startingto look like the proper whore and deserved a present.With a flour...sh she produced a long curled wig from behind meand with one quick motion she fitted it to my head. She saidthat now I looked like the woman that I really was. Sheproceeded to bring out a short white mini skirt and had me stepinside, she put it around my waist, and pulled a sheer whiteblouse over my head.She then handed me some four inch stiletto. But that would be way too easy, just plugging the cords in and zapping away. I was smiling, but not for long. So next came the nipple clamps, biting viciously into my tender little buds. And then it was time to set to work.I dialled up the electro to send out varying pulses and throbs and buzzes. At as high a level as I could stand it. Some of the cycles caused me to call out in, er, discomfort.And with my breast forms squeezed into my bra and crushing the clamps flat against my chest, things. My breastmilk is laced with a catalyst that instantly calms and bonds withthe subject. I'm not sure, though, if it is physically laced or if theconnection occurs through my curse. Ms. Eve was adamant that I forsakeany dairy products. Being the loyal, albeit magically induced, recruitthat I am, I was obedient fully. I'm hoping that it's the milk, ingeneral, and not only my milk that starts the change. With my right handstill over her mouth, my left tugs hard on her blouse to expose. And finally I was just getting out all the anger and hater I had for that bitch in a final burst of tears. Chet just held me close and rocked me back and forth. I looked around and saw Beeder doing the same for Hope. It was so amazing seeing the transformation from a mouse to a full person in this last year. She was in love and it showed. I saw Faith standing alone smoking a joint angrily looking into the night. Tears we welling up in her eyes, but there was so much rage in them. I slipped out.