.. I didn't finish, my adrenaline spiked and the panic crushed my libido.The only thing I could do was go piss, come back and enjoy the cocoa and cook...es at least.It warmed me right up, and before I knew it, I drifted off.My dreams were staggered and all jumbled up. I dreamt of being horny, frustrated and got accused of plagiarising my history dissertation. I asked Tanya to clear things up but all she did was act innocent. Then I ran home to mom and she said she'll reward me for working so hard. I didn't know about that yet. But the changes her behavior where quite obvious as well. And then of course there was me. The redhead. And it appeared that I was developing the famous temper that went along with my new hair color. Somehow, I doubted that it was genetic... though it sure as hell might as well have been. "She's turning us into stereotypes," I finally told the others, still angry but well in control of myself. My little outburst had let off some of the pressure I guessed. "I don't. Until then, I will whip you with my spiked riding crop. So you better get ready, slut!"Anne's eyes widened. She wasn't sure if she could deal with all this. Fine, she had seen Extreme Toyland's web content and had masturbated to stuff like Daphne's Judas Cradle session, but her nipples were on fire already from the alligator clamps, she couldn't imagine them being ripped off with weights, it would destroy her. Jane didn't waste much time and hung the first weight from the eyelet on the zipper.. It is a belief that anyonewho wears bangles cannot be a man. Seeing those bangles in her hand, Iwas terrified. My aunt said, "Since you cry like a girl, you will be agirl and wear these bangles."I looked at my mother with utter helplessness and with my crying facesaid, "Mother please, don't make me wear bangles. I am sorry please don'tdo this to me." Beta (son), wear these NOW! If you don't, you will be even more sorry,"Mother said.I resigned to my fate and gave my hands to them. To make it an.