But I must be honest. It wasn't just fear that made me shiver. It wasexcitement, too. Sexual excitement. Extreme feminization didn't justchange yo...r body; it changed the very chemical makeup in your brain,giving you thoughts and desires you never had before--even thoughts anddesires you would have been incapable of having before.But knowing that the z-chamber had radically altered my sexual desiresdidn't change the fact that the big, bouncing cock on Brad was the mostcaptivating thing I had. And they looked factory made; not just mocked up for this charade.Some time must have passed unnoticed as I inspected what I was holding because, "How may we serve you?" they asked again sweetly in unison. Someone has clearly picked them for their voices together, in addition to their looks.I knew what I wanted, and was pretty damn certain I wasn't going to get that. I'm sure this joke comes with built-in limits that won't stretch that far. So I stopped myself from asking for anything that I. Myra said, ‘Right young lady, we have that suite in a hotel you so kindly booked for use for six hours before we leave again for the airport. Let’s get you to a dress shop to buy something slinky that makes you look younger than what you are for this TV interview. It will have to be ultra short. Thank goodness you have great legs. ‘Ultra short,’ Skye quavered. ‘Darling you’ll be wearing panties.’ The freelance journalist and the official/interpreter joined Myra to crack up when they saw the. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.True to myself... Was I really a lesbian?My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.Juana CampoI avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting.