"The Slaver nods and bows, "well you managed to sell that old bitch for me. My name is Sidna; I'll give you a discount."Ayama bows back. Sidna leads h...m to the exotics, various other prey from all sorts of races: Elfs, fairies, anthropomorphic animals or so-called furries, as well as succubae and demons and, a favorite, the femboys, very effeminate men. Ayama is proud of himself; he spots a caged femboy with pink hair and pubes."This one is a femboy; he likes to take it up the ass," says. More compact...feel my words shape yourbody. I am your will and I am in total control."My stomach was tighter. The muscles cramped tightly and I could notcontrol them. "Tighter and tighter. Smaller and smaller. Flatter, morefeminine."I heard the strange chanting once again in the background. I could feelmy stomach getting tighter and tighter and couldn't do anything aboutit. It was a very unsettling feeling."Feel me pressing the sides of your waist as it shrinks. Your brainbeing overloaded. We had moved to a small, two bedroom apartment, just the two of us. For the first few weeks, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would hold her to comfort her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty face and blonde hair, which she kept short. For 44 years of age, she had a great body. Her tits were fairly large though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the main thing you'd notice about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any other horny pubescent. "Tara?" he asked. "Is that you?"Well, let's put it this way... ever since I grew breasts and lost a lot more, I've not been too... welcoming. Especially when perfect strangers spout my name out of thin air. My eyes narrowed a bit, my mental shields dropped right into place, and I looked at him.I ran through a few responses in my mind, then chose the most formal in the most icy tone I could manage... "I'm afraid you've got the better of me, Mr..."He smiled. "I'm afraid my name's not really.