It would be doable, but I realized that I would need a bigger bed, especially if sleeping together was going to become a regular thing. Since we would...be staying around the Pact house, maybe I could ask Tyr, but I would do it alone so as to not get the girls’ hopes up. For now, I would bask in their warmth, their softness and their affection as I drifted off to sleep.I woke and found myself in the room, but the girls were no longer there. I looked down to find myself still naked but knew that. By the time we were done with him, sshudder would be nothing. A quivering mass of jelly would probably moreaccurately describe the new woman who was once a sniveling man.The foundation went on flawlessly. His face was now a blank canvas forClaudette the cosmetic expert. Claudette even covered his lips withfoundation so that his lipstick would have a base to build on.A light coating of the foundation on his brows, which would be shaped ata later time, allowed Claudette to draw on a demure brow. After the presentations, people started to leave. Most of my group left, but I stayed on, buoyed by my good performance on the day. I began to notice that four women at a nearby table had also stayed on, were chatting animatedly, with frequent glances in my direction. With very few of my friends left at our table, I was thinking of leaving, when one of the guys who were clearing the tables, approached holding a glass of champagne."The ladies over there would like you to join them so that they. Her silky black hair was tied in a bun. “So, you the new ones, huh? You know how long we been here? Three months! How long you think you will be here?” Nabokov showed his pistol to the older gentleman. “Back up, now.” He opened the cage and shooed Jules and Vernon in.Jules introduced herself. “I’m Jules. What have they done to you here?”“Ah,” the lady spoke. “I’m Po. They make us fuck. This is my husband Allen.”“Howdy,” he replied.“This is Vernon.” She pinched his arm. “HELLO!” he shrieked and.