, etc.The owner was looking for dancers, period. And I was not stupid not to know. It was a strip club called Golden Horn, with sauna, massage parlour... and billiards downstairs; the private stage shows, the dance hall, and the expensive bar were upstairs.But what attracted me to the ad was the location. It was a 20-minute commute from school, and the place was not a hangout choice for my rich college pals. The club was quite isolated, and together with some pool halls, game rooms, one Chinese. All my experience has been SM with a prick," she said, "And I wondered what this side was like."Just then the first Bitch went up and pulled the girl's hair, hard, making her let out a real scream of agony."You see?" remarked Bill, "That's why we didn't hit her hard. I saw you wondering and that's how I knew you weren't used to the bitchiness of the Gay Lady crowd."The next Bitch to approach was carrying an artificial prick at least twice as long and twice as thick as Alan's at its proudest.. My breasts although not huge were bigger than a normal man's and then there was my voice, that high pitches girlish tone was always there no matter what I tried to do. Finally I went back to bed and cried myself to sleep. CHAPTER THREE The next days, weeks, and months saw a transformation in my not only physically but mentally as well. Devon decided that she would dress me and sometimes treated me as if I were her living doll. I was subject to constant changes in clothes, wigs, shoes, lingerie. Evidently, that didn'thappen, but Randolph Mason did die as a direct result of Dr, Merton'ssurgical efforts!" Where is Dr. Merton?" Fun asked, and I replied:"Where he usually is, presumably - at his office!" ***The next morning, I was taken to the D.A.'s office, where I apologized tohim personally for posing as Randolph Mason. It was there I met DeborahChicken, who was to prosecute me at my preliminary hearing later thatmorning. I'd requested the meeting.