Once your hair is done, you leave the room. Your brain is flexible, which is why you’ve been given this assignment, but it is still a strange feelin... to be a about thirty centimeters shorter than you used to be. You try an experimental punch and frown at how weak it feels. The girl had practically no arm strength. Your tits threw off your balance somewhat as well. The girl also had long fingernails, which might make wielding a weapon awkward. You had had the last two nails on each finger. "Hmm, I do like the way my corset pushes your male breasts up, but I think youneed my bra, babe," she said, tossing me a color-matched under-wiredrubber brassiere with bullet-style cups that forced my ample bosom tojut out straight ahead."You may put on my pants now, girlie," whispered Pamela huskily, aftershe tenderly helped me into the bra and fastened the back hooks. I wasin ecstasy. Before she handed her leather pants over, however, Pamelastared at me with glazed eyes and rubbed herself. ” “Wonderful!” Father said, the danger leaving his smile, “When you’re done with that, you can leave for today; I suspect you’ll be of little use to me afterward.” Father turned away and recommenced looking through his notes, trying to find the reason nothing was working. Because it was a lie by an old man, you insane fool! I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. Instead, I turned from him, and walked down the steps, into the debauchery below. I stared blankly at the scene before me with no idea. She was not willing to commit a crime to achieve another Judicial Punishment.She had thought that if she got close to the Punishment Officer who had caned her bottom she may be able to help her with another punishment in the Correctional Discipline Center for Women. Now that her bottom had healed she was about to put her plan into action.Living close to the Discipline Center Liz thought that her Punishment Officer (as she referred to her because she did not even know her name) would probably.