I tried to move but I was strapped downonto the bed. She emptied the contents of the syringe into myshoulder. "Those are female hormones, medical grad... stuff, andyou'll be getting plenty of them. Soon you'll be shaping upnicely for work." I screamed and yelled, but Derek just gaggedme with a ball gag. He then put a hood over my head and tied it,and I was left in the darkness.For a week I was strapped down. Every morning and evening thebuttplug was removed and a hose was shoved inside me. ..maybe I ought to just check this out'. So I opened it, not sureof why I was doing it since dirty clothes just get wadded up and put inthere and it would be hard to notice if anything was out of place. But Irummaged through it anyway and all of a sudden felt something wet andsort of sticky and quickly stirred around to find out what it was. A pairof my panties came out as I pulled my hand from the hamper. It was thepair of pink bikini panties that I had worn yesterday...but they were allthe. Their bottoms moved with grace and rounded freedom (his description to himself, he would have struggled to explain what he meant except to point at them as explanation it itself). Marie looked forward to seeing Cavendish and his erection, could feel it inside her in her memory; she also liked to see her own daughter moving steadily to proper womanhood, mostly though it was the feeling that she might get lucky with him again. Jesse made sure she was seen naked by Cavendish, to her fullest. “The doctor from Mental Health Department is interviewing our patient right now. You can question her in a few minutes.”The Detective saw a second woman standing beside the one on the right. Her eyebrows rose when she noticed the two women caress her by putting a hand under the other’s short skirt and feeling what appeared to be a bare ass. She couldn’t help but notice all the women wore bikini tops.“Hello, Karen ... Karen Hayward?” A voice asked, peeking in the exam room door.“Yes?” Karen.