Sarah had come by after work on a Friday, knowing her boss, Mr. Jackson, would be done with work and perhaps in a good enough mood to listen to her. S...e stood there in her black pinstripe pencil skirt and delicate white blouse as he liked. Mr. Jackson had mentioned that it suited her well, Maybe, just maybe, it could work its magic when she need it the most.He rubbed his chin and pursed his lips as he thought. “You have been doing a good job, but so does everyone here. Dan does as much work as. This was to be the next step in theamusingly gradual feminization of the 'lab assistant' Celeste hadtaken. Once the machine had done its job on Waldo, any visible tracesof remaining maleness would be forever gone.There would, however, be a visible remnant of the young man he used tobe between his legs."Strip, dear," the attendant commanded. "It's necessary for you to becompletely naked."Waldo nodded as he began undressing, unbuttoning his white dressshirt. "Of course." He loosened his pants now. She had tried keeping a count of them. She had picked an overhanging broadleaf from a nearby tree and had tried making fingernail indentations for each day. But, after seven, or was it ten, she had given up.The days had all been pretty much the same. She would be rudely poked awake in the morning. One of the number of apes would throw her some bananas, mangoes, or passion fruit. Often, there were nuts and seeds of some sort accompanying the fruit.She would eat a little bit and explore her. How long exactly had you been holding it?"A small laugh escaped me involuntarily, and I shrugged. "I lost my sense of time."Kristiina burst into a new laughter as she hurried past me to the bowl and turned her rear to it. After lifting the hem of her dress from her knees to her waist to take her turn in manifesting the gospel of underpantfreedom and dropping down on the seat, she asked over the starting rush and purl, "Might there have been something - or rather someone - specific causing this.