But, before you leave you'll be put in a hypnotic trance. In this trance, you'll be given commands that will make you forget everything dealing with D...eam Girl. This way we can control who knows anything about Dream Girl." That is okay with me." First you'll be given one of three choices.1- Stay as you are and leave in the morning.2- Become all woman with all the right equipment.3- Become a she/male. A woman with a body of a woman with a dick between her legs.Would you like to see some of our. I had lost count of the years that had passed, but I recollect quite a number of changing seasons from summer to winter to summer to winter. I sensed that I had aged quite a bit. Not once, even for a moment, had I been unshackled and removed from their toilet-slave mechanism since the day they installed me. Over half of my life had been spent inside a single room--a bathroom, subsisting on nothing except female human waste and other body excreta (except for that one time that she fed me. However once too often I had decided not to go on a night out with her which had raised her suspicion. I left work early, knowing that I had up to 4 hours to myself to wank and goon over my favourite pornography. Knowing she would be out for a while would allow me to relax and really get into it.When I got home from work I immediately went through my perfect goon scenario. I stripped off, and lay in the bath, shaving my legs (I told my wife it was for my occasional cycling expeditions) and. “You heard me.” He crawled over to her and pushed her legs apart, and then knelt between them. “No way, Jan,” she said stonily. “I don’t want you to touch me. I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you, but I don’t want your filthy hands on me.” Jan shook his head with a sigh. “See, you had my sympathy right up until the word ‘filthy’,” he said. He reached out and put his hands around her slim waist. Laura cringed and struggled, and her tits jiggled in front of his face again. “Please.