Alex wondered how much longer her flame could burn so brightly.This brave, amazing woman had faced numerous trials in the past hours, somehow emerging...stronger each time, but now it seemed as if the simple act of waiting would unravel her.She looked at the elevators, then out at the street, then back to the elevators. A stylish analog clock embedded in the wall above the elevators showed about three minutes to midnight."Why aren't they here?" she asked."It's not time yet." Two minutes? It takes. Before my transformation, I felt funny being in thesame room with an exposed cock, but here I was with 19other cocks, and I was happily sucking and fucking withwild abandon. That only when on a little while longer before Denisecalled out, “Okay, that’s enough for today. Yourmothers are going to be worrying about theirdaughters.” We all stood up and disentangled. We then separatedinto two lines, the seniors in one, we transformees inthe other, and faced each other. Denise then. A friendly smile. As if theywere welcoming me as "one of them". The office was now an allgirlworkspace."Did anyone watch the tennis?" asked someone. "There was somerecordings of the old days when the ladies wore those frilly knickerslike Didi had on when she played." There were a few giggles. "And didyou see the ladies on their service game?" said someone else. "Some ofthem would select a spare ball and stick it in their knickers ready fora second serve if needed." "What about you, Didi?" asked. I knew what he wanted me to do instinctively, just as I knew enough of what was going on to stay scared. I can't explain it better than to say some thoughts and some things didn't seem to originate from me.The thing that worried me the most was my own mind. Did I really want Tattoo? Or did he have enough hold to keep me his, even splintered from whatever that thing was...Could I even be safe without him?Because that thing was out there! Fuck it had my best friend, I have to tell-My thoughts.