Put simply, from now on you will live as sissified she-males, boys who will be dressed and treated like little girls at all times, 24 hours a day, 7 d...ys a week, 52 weeks a year. Boys permanently feminised and under the strict control of women. Namely, Mrs Lane, myself and Heather, but also the other women and girls in the neighbourhood who you have wronged on so many occasions.'As Shirley detailed their fate, the boys eyes finally moved towards her, eyes filled with a new, deeper terror. I ran my hands up her bare legs below the woollen shirt. Finding no knickers in the way I was able to caress her lovely cheeks, savouring them, cuddling them as I pulled her back towards me. Then I tried to undo her shirt buttons but my trembling fingers refused to cooperate leaving me unable to undress her. She did it for me, now standing in front of me quite unselfconsciously. I took one of her already hard nipples and suckled it delicately, my hands once again holding her backside -- feeling. Come on, let's drown our sorrows. If we can't drive home, a taxi is cheap from here."Sarah and found a reasonably quiet spot at the bar. If you know how noisy Friday's is, it's hard to find anywhere quiet, especially around dinner time.Sarah ordered a Margarita and I had one of their giant martinis. About the third one for each of us, we decided we better begin eating something or fall off our stools. We talked about everything, finding out that we had both gone to the same high school, except. The elf beckoned with her hand before she turned and darted down the trail. Her hair was bright, flashing between the trees as the elf moved with such grace. Angela sheathed her sword, grabbed Midnight's reins, and followed at a jog.I groaned, and forced my weary legs to keep up.The trail bent and wound. The elf was ahead of us. Only her red hair flashing through the trees let us know we were still behind her. Angela's armor rattled as she kept up her jog. I stumbled behind her, trying not to.