Now will you be a good girl for the doctor?" But..."Mae frowned and shook a finger at me. "Uh uh. I don't wanna hear any'buts'."How could I be a good ...irl when I wasn't a girl? "Yes, I'll be good.But..." Whups, what did I say about 'buts'?" Mae smiled as she squeezed myarm. "I knew you'd be good, baby. I was just teasing you." Mae openedthe door and led us into a small room where everything that wasn'twhite or chrome was pink or light blue. "Just wait here and the doctorwill be right with. From then on it was James this and James that. I got sick of hearing about James Harrison, came to despise the name.And James took a keen interest in Angie too. He’d homed in on her the very first time he saw sat behind her desk, had immediately gone over and asked her name.It was about a month into the new regime that James mentioned to Angie he was an amateur photographer. He caught her alone while she was making tea for the other girls, came right out and told her she was beautiful and asked. She told me she'd been hypnotizing me and making me lick her for a long time. That she'd been trying to make me do what she wanted all the time, not just when I was asleep. She said that I was her slave now, and that I wasn't the only one. There's another woman, another woman that Andrea says she makes lick her."Tammie started to cry even harder, and it looked like she was really struggling as she continued. "Then she proved to me that I was her slave. She told me to kiss her breasts. I wasn't. They were also the brightest blue! Dumbly, still with my dildo deep inside her, she pointed to the window.“What is it?” She shook her head. I managed to get her off me and I pulled her to me despite the fact her body was rigid, stiff, unbending. “Tell me, Maggie.”“She can’t see you, can she?” She wasn’t talking to me. I knew it was Clemency. “Let her see you, please. I beg you, let her see I am not mad.”My gasp came when Clemency appeared, sitting in the window, dressed in black, knees drawn up.