Just like the mistress. Eternally preserved inporcelain.I never walked these floors, yet I knew the way by heart. My feetcarrying me to a small chambe.... Opened by a maid. A doll. A sister?And there I found you, my dear Diary. Had you been waiting for me? I amsorry it took so long. For my arms and hands to finish changing. So Icould write once again in you.?/?/????What time of day they came for me I couldn't tell. Fellow maids. Dolls.Perfect images of female beauty. They looked familiar despite. But there were other reasons to be worried. His touch once againaroused me. But he was rubbing a sock, not skin, how could it have doneanything. But yet a wave of pleasure had rushed through me, distractingme from the fact that I was being felt up by a boy. I still struggledto work it out as I entered the girls changing room to get ready forgym. Now I had the problem of disguising my lack of female parts fromthe rest of the class."What the..."I looked down at the tight pink top I was wearing. None then could imagine the tech tsunami coming to change the area into Silicon Valley. I tried to locate my provenance birth ranch recently and concluded it’s either within the San Francisco 49's Football Stadium, next door at the Great America Theme Park or in the parking lot between them. Among the throngs who come, there is a small spot blessed with my afterbirth. Soon after my birth, our house was demolished and we moved and continued to jump about to low rent, rural, semi-abandoned houses. This little cocksucker had immediately made my cock rock hard. She still had her leash and collar on. So I grabbed the leash and led her over to a small loveseat we had in the corner. I said “fuck’ and she nodded her head. I took my pants off and she got on the couch on her hands and knees and stayed on all fours. Then she raised her ass in the air so I could mount her and fuck her from behind. She buried her head in a large comfortable pillow that was on the couch. She began panting like she.