As she lay on her side, Jeff noticed a slight rocking of her hips, as if she was dreaming of some sexual encounter.The captive girl was far from dream...ng. The stranger attentions to her in the shower and, in particular, the shaving of her puss, left Stephanie wanting more than just to be put to bed. She tried to strain her fingers down to stroke herself, but she was afraid of choking herself with her tethered collar. The pleasure of an orgasm seemed the only escape from the horrors that were. ..? Am I....?"Mom bit her lip and wiped a tear from her eye. "Yes, sweetheart. You'rea woman now."I moved my hands from my side and reached for my balls and my penis, butthey were both gone. A wave of emotions fell over me as I realized thegravity of the situation. I'd gone to sleep as a boy and had woke up asa woman.A woman! Do I have breasts, I wondered? Of course I do! They blockedmy view of the door. "Is it okay to touch them," I asked."Yes, sweetheart. Its okay. You're all. “He signed his name James Able.” John shared.“The only James Able that I know of died a while back.” John Nation shared.John only had blank faces to read, so he went back to why they were here, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Cecil Angstrom. He has an assembly plant ... actually, did you say where you’re based out of?” John looked at Cecil.“Coeur D’Alene, Idaho.” Cecil filled in.Gesturing to the other newcomer at the table, John said, “This young man is Chester Turner, an associate of. The older ones were upstairs with the party and theyounger ones were in the TV room together. I joined theparty from time to time to grab some food, and even theodd rum and coke if I could get away with it. For themost part I kept to myself though.It was the usual collection of relatives, neighbors andmy parents co-workers. I talked to a few of them but forthe most part it really wasn’t my thing. Instead I mademy way down to the den in the basement. I chatted on thenet with a friend and I.