Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, as my hope formy father's rescue and my spirits faded and the awful things in thebrochure slowly came...true for me.When I came back from the Institute for Gender Reassignment lastmonth, I again pleaded for his help. I explained that I was framed andargued that I was a real man. But all he did was to bend me over hisknees and spank me until I tearfully admitted that I was sissy. Beforethe "treatment," I would have allowed my father to kill me. She sucked as he groaned, almost begging for release from this torture of delicious pleasure. She sucked, fully demonstrating the "techniques" she had promised. Then she abruptly threw herself forward, impaling her face on the hardness of his swollen lance of manbood. He banged into the back of her mouth and felt himself slide down her wonderfully welcoming throat, driving toward her tonsils. In an equally abrupt manner, she jerked back. Her taut lips clung to the thick cylinder of cock she was. By the time eight o'clock rolled around everything was ready. * * *"Cassandra, my dear. Delightful to see you." David kissed me on thecheek and walked in. "This place looks a lot larger when it's empty."I smiled at him. "I know what you mean. Drink?" Martini, please."If I hadn't read David's file I probably wouldn't have remembered toomuch about him. As it was I was able to ask him enough questions abouthis law practice and the cases he was working on. This is where it gets difficult to explain the workings of the dimension I come from in terms that are easy for you to understand. But what I do is, basically, to turn the minds of these two humans so that by the time I am done, the '****s' are remembered as extremely pleasant sexual encounters which were merely preludes to a lot more hardcore sex to follow. Of course, such a change is only possible because the conditions for it already existed -- in Peter's repressed Oedipal urges for his.