He was back in a flash with a tool box and a few pieces of pipe. Again he crawled under the sink. This time i bent down so that he had a clear view of...my bra less boobs as my loose top draped away from my body. I could tell by the big grin on his face that he liked what he saw. A moment later he asked me to hand me a wrench, which i did and he took another look. I took another look at his pants and could not believe how much that faint outline had grown. It looked long and fat but not really. What their cultural reasoning was. I asked how it alltranspired. I asked her why she was telling me about this. There weresome things that she preferred not to tell me. But there were detailsthat made this story ring true to my skeptical ears - in spite of itswild possibility. She also explained how she had been chosen for the transformation. Sheprovided some very crazy details. Of course, there was no way I couldconfirm for sure that she had been a man. But there was no disputingthe. Computer ... it's on the computer..." What's on the computer?" I ... you ... look ... computer..."He approached the screen. Without saying anything, he read the entire article. Unlike Ruthie, he was not overwhelmed with emotion. The shock was too great and for the moment he felt nothing at all. The hurt would come later. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets."I'm kinda wondering how come nobody's called me. I mean ... it happened yesterday ... and nobody told me anything ... it sucks .... "I know, baby," I cooed to him, "But this assures me that you won't masturbate, or let some nasty slut touch my cock. I told you, only I, or someone I say, can touch my cock. Do you understand?" I said, sternly intoning his mantra of obedience. Automatically he replied, "I understand, Mistress." "Your cock belongs to me now. It's mine, and mine alone, not yours. I have rid you of your cum. So from now on you'd only produce slave's cum. And only I decide what to do with slave's.