" I could feel the incredible shiftin my personality take hold. I looked at my mistress and asked,"Mistress Jennifer, why am I dressed in these horri... maleclothes?" She smiled mischievously and answered, "Don't worry, mypretty slave. The appointment here is for you. And look, herecomes Mistress Margaret to perform your transformation." A tall,well-built brunette approached. "Is this our little malelesbian?" she inquired, smirking. I blushed under her frank gaze."Well, we'll soon have you. Victoria was quiet as she led me inside and we settled into our normal seats. She looked at me contemplatively for a moment before she shook her head. “Some days, I wish I could bottle you, Matt,” she said finally.“That statement BEGS for a lewd joke,” I said with a laugh, glancing at her over the top of my sketch pad with a smirk.“Maybe so,” she allowed with a small nod, “but you’ve worked a virtual miracle on that girl. You’ve already gathered that she’s very withdrawn. I really can’t tell. “Well, since you like looking at me naked so much, why don’t you show me how big your stiffy is?”“What?” he asked shocked.“Well you said, ‘anything’ and since you say I’m beautiful I need to know how big of a stiffy I gave you.”“What?”“You said, ‘anything.”’We went back into my room and I ordered Billy to disrobe. Predictably he declined. “Come on Billy. You’ve been looking at my endowments. It’s only fair that I get to see your endowments. Go on. Off off.”Reluctantly Billy let his shorts drop. Lady Zamora studied the woman for a moment, and then leaned in to her closely."I do not know if you can hear me," she said to the woman. "I do not know if you will ever hear anything again. The day may come when you will return to the world of the waking, and until that day comes, you may lie there asleep wasting your time, or you may lie there thinking about your life. It does not matter to me.Adamantine continued to sleep.The fortune teller shifted on her stool. "I am not here to offer you my.