My dream had left me feeling unfulfilled and antsy. It had been intense. Anyway, in the dream I'm bound to this big pillar, my arms wrapped around it ...nd my face rested against cool stone. I hear the footsteps of someone behind me. It's my Master, or at least its my soon-to-be-Master. In my dream I realize that I'm not a slave, not yet, but I'm being inspected to be sold.Of course I'm naked, except for a collar, and while the front of my body is cold, hugging the stone pillar, my backside is. He showed me the place you would be taken to if I didn't comply - ahorror where both of you would have been reduced to slavery and used forsex. Yes, both of you. Boy or girl it would have been the same fate.So I surrendered, and transitioned as he demanded.I think he intended to humiliate me by forcing me to live as a woman. ButI had your mother, and I knew there was nothing less about being a woman.She was my role model for the woman I would make myself into, and I hopeI have done her. The ones running this project have made sure that the extent of deaths on this planet is vastly under-reported. They have further pointed out, untruthfully, that they are taking criminals who would have been put to death on earth if their crimes had been known." Well, that isn't unexpected. They're bureaucrats and lying is there most well developed talent," I said."You seem to have a firm grasp of that reality," he said."Of course, I come from a planet infected with bureaucrats myself. I am. . yet she always looked up at the guy pushing his cock into her mouth. Her spittle now dribbled from her chin. She didn't even look like my wife. She looked to be some pathetic whore at that moment. I both felt sorry for her and loved her at the same time. The first guy, who was fucking Connie, sounded as though he came. The second guy, throat fucking my wife, pulled out and headed toward Connie to resume where the first guy had just been. The first guy then appeared, on camera, his cock limp.