Here is the other. Just tokeep your hands occupied. Don't be scared; you can let go anytime.Purely voluntary. OK?"Chris slipped his hands in the lo...ps. He grabbed one ribbon and then theother. Though he could let go and get up anytime, he felt helpless andexposed. And he grew even more excited.The door opened and closed. He smelled perfume. He felt long, sensuoushair slide over his face and chest.A soft voice spoke. Did he recognize it? He wasn't sure.The soft voice whispered."I am. I also noticed thatI was now shorter than Mistress Bernadette."Well, you've got your nice breasts, and we've given you a more suitableheight; you're five four now. We took in your hips quite a bit to giveyou that womanly shape we know you want, and you'll find that youhaven't a shred of hair anywhere but that nice shoulder-length deal onyour pretty little empty head. We changed your face, so that you don'tlook like a man, too. And your voice, as I'm sure you've noticed. Allthat's left to do. Theresa grew up associating order with security. She had been sent to Catholic schools and as a teenager briefly considered becoming a nun and joining a convent. But she quickly realized that, despite her attraction to the orderliness and silence of the life there, her inability to believe in God (at least as He had been described by her teachers) would be something of a handicap. That was when the library became her convent. She came to the attention of the school librarian when discovered. "Young Alexa is going to be fine - a little sore down below but nothing lasting or needing treatment. But what about this 'Marek', Stephen - surely he'll just carry on the torment for little Alexa." He had a sudden, uncomfortable thought."You aren't using her to weed out even more rogue guards in Belgium, are you?" No, all the staff at the Ardennes Chateau are completely trustworthy as befits the cradle of our Organization. As for Marek," he smiled, "there will be no trouble - in fact I have.