No, I am not one to be so easilyfooled. It was clear to me that this living toy had chosen this way tosteal into the home of Abn Fadah the Mighty in o...der to take his heartand mind from us, his wives. I explained all this to my sister-wives,and we all agreed that her plan must be stopped at all costs.And so we decided that a plaything she was and a plaything she mustremain, hidden away here in the Seraglio to serve for our amusement.I told the Creature of our decision, and she tried to cry out. That would come later. Next was Uncle Brian and this was the first time she would be feeling his hand on her pantied bottom. She chose to make eye contact with Uncle Walter while Uncle Brian spanked her, her face flushed with embarrassment as well as excitement. Walter too had his turn, cherishing every spank and like Matt, choosing to affirm his love for her by stroking her face and her hair and kissing her gently on her cheek between spanks. ‘Wonder how far they will go. Surely they will not. I then told her to make herself to home. I went into the living room with my beer and started grading papers.Soon Christie called to me that she needed help with the washing machine. When I got to her all I noticed was that she had on one of my white dress shirts and that it covered her clear to her knees. For some reason I expected it to be much shorter on her but then again she was tiny. Then when she turned toward me I realized that my shirt was all that she had on and that she hadn’t. Most of those small curvy bimbo-dolls were technically still male. Tiny, big breasted submissive men with minuscule cocks and shrivelled balls. All but emasculated. No longer anything remotely male. But a few actually became female Bimbo-dolls. Like I would. I tried to decide what was better. Being a simpering sissy or simpering slut. I figured the latter was less ... obvious but I didn’t want to lose my cock and balls. Those shrivelled cocks could be regrown. The balls returned to functional.