I wasdressed differently now.More alarming, though, was how my body now felt alien and strange. Mycheek didn't feel right on the pillow, as if the bon...s weren't wherethey usually were. My chest felt heavy and bloated compared to normal.My feet felt several sizes too small.As I realised all of these abnormalities, my eyes flew wide open. Ifound myself face to face with the radiator next to the bed, obstructedonly by strands of brown hair in my face. Given my typically shorthair, that was not. I am also rating it as a sexual not a personal experience, the original terms of the Challenge.12. There were supposed to be 12, but I know that one of my 12 didn't really know she was part of the Challenge. It's not fair to rate her in anyway. It also means that no one finished 12th or last because none of these incredible women could ever be said to be last.I did also have the pleasure of meeting with Kayden Kross just before I checked out of the Bellagio. I had a wonderful time with her, but. I had to take shorter breaths as I settled into thegarment, and then you began explaining to me. "Baby," yousaid, "from now on you will pass each moment of your lifewearing a buttplug and a corset, unless I take it out ofyou or off of you. Do you understand?" I nodded, and lickedmy lips to raise an objection, but then I noticed, thatlicking my lips felt terribly good and that they seemed toswell out and be almost twice as puffy as they were when Iwas a man. I tried to shake the feeling off and. I took that as a compliment because, yes, it was a joy to be Randle’s bitch.It was lunch time and Greg suggested we ring for something. “What would you like to eat?” he asked. “Anything” I said and he ordered chicken and chips. While we waited Greg took Randle outside and feed him. The doorbell rang and I answered it. The delivery guy did a double take when he saw me in a bath robe. It was funny him staring at my body while trying to count the money. Poor guy, I bet he got hard like Greg. We.