Kitchen-lounge-diner, a small white tiled bathroom with washing machine and dryer and a bedroom with a single bed. There was no door to this last room... just a half drawn semi transparent curtain of some shimmering black material and Thomas could see the over stacked bookshelves and the tall slim wardrobe that filled up the rest of the space."Nice place," Thomas said in a small voice, eager to break the silence that had settled over his shoulders."It's mine," came the reply as Sera walked over. She stood up and said "Lets go" but before we could walk away i saw the picture of two adults and her in the middle smiling. I assumed that they were her parents. I'd never seen her smile that much. I took a good look at the picture and left. Afterwards I couldn't help it and asked about the picture. . In the fridge I saw some bacon, but no eggs. I couldn't find any cereal in any of the cupboards, but found some frozen bagels in the freezer.There was a coffeemaker, and I measured enough coffee for four cups. I didn't know how many cups Jim drank in the morning, but two would probably be about right.How was I going to do the bacon? There's an old saying about not frying bacon in the nude, and it was probably a good idea! Luckily, Jim had a microwave, so I put four slices of bacon (two were for. It's not as fun, but the effects are better and morepermanent," he explained. "With each passing day your programming willreshape your mind. Even now you probably find yourself accepting that youare a young t-girl named Sophia. Yes, you will remember who you were; itmakes you more compliant, knowing that you were once a male and that youare now seen as a teenage girl. You will always know that you were forcedto be a girl and that you've been programmed to act as one."Sophia wanted to shout back.