It was like being on stage. He had lines, the girl who commanded him had lines, all displayed on disguised teleprompters the netcams could not see. Ea...h session was a script, with menu options. He was always the poor boy, being feminized against his will. The girls were captives, or just willing participants who assumed this was just another porn operation.Johnnie, before he had just ceded the process to his alter ego, recognized the scripts and even the writing style of the several sessions.. "In case you couldn't tell your diet consists of four cups of sugar, four cups of bull semen, two raw eggs and your vitamins. The mix also contains your drugs. We will have you milking in no time." Ummggghh."Linda felt sick. The stuff hadn't tasted bad, but the thought of bull semen made her sick. She wasn't sure if it was the drugs or what is was, but she had started getting wet and felt horny."Well...I guessed we are finished with you for the day. Your udders are shaping up nicely and so are. ‘The skirt next… please.’ She was surprised that she didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed, but once she had conceded to Marcus… yielded to the desires and the emotions he incited in her… everything seemed to click into place for her… it was time… time for her to start living again – rather than just existing. She smiled softly as she saw the expression on his face… She would never feel awkward or embarrassed around Marcus again. She unzipped her skirt and slowly shimmied it over her hips,. When he buzzed Julie’s number she answered ‘Who is it?’ ‘It’s your cousin, John.’ ‘What the hell do you want?’ ‘Your mom was worried about you and wanted me to look in on you.’ ‘Just fuck off and tell her I’m okay.’ ‘She asked me to look in on you and all I’ve seen is a speaker box.’ ‘Shit.’ was followed by the click of the door as it was unlocked. John mounted three flights of well worn stairs. The hallway was filled with the sound of crying babies, mothers loudly scolding children and couples.