Carl looked at the model on TV and saw she was wearing a shortblack skirt with stilettos. Carl's sissy stick was raging and pulsating,but he held back... "I bet you would like to wear that outfit? Or do you just like to wearlingerie? Huh, you pathetic pansy!" Carl's stepmother sneered.Carl replied in defense, "I don't like to wear any kind of feminineattire, especially the outfit I have on now!"Mrs. Monet smiled and light flicked the front of his panties where isbulge was bursting and said, "well. "We were seated by the waitress, and we ordered."Mom told me about grandpa." It was a terrible time honey." Does he still hate people like me?" Yes, because he can't understand it; and frankly, neither do I." Me neither grandma. But, I am what I am, and I'm not going to changethat. In fact, I've already done a lot to make me a girl!" You're very lovely Cathy; and yes, I know all about you. Your mothercalled me and we talked. I can't say that I approve of this change, but Iwon't say anything. "Master?" The deep, though still feminine voice gently asks. "Yes?" Mistress Bitchcraft walks in front of me. "Your table is back in place, no lasting damage will be done. Also, the Hole is healing nicely. Her arm and leg stubs are completely healed, and her tongue is just finishing up. Is there anything else you'd like of me before I return to finish with Baby?" Standing at 6'3, Mistress Bitchcraft cuts an imposing figure. She was a Dominatrix of American origin working in Amsterdam when she'd. .. she could ... become Kindred.”“ ... yes, she could.” Sighing all the more, Antoinette continued to comb her hair, seeking the soothing blanket of familiar comfort. None came. “Jack is not old enough to sire. The drain on his mind would be too great.” Not necessarily true, but a risk nonetheless.“Then ... I ... I d-don’t...”Her inability to explain the problem was more than enough barrier to give weight to the reality of it. To sire someone was a massive commitment, never to be taken lightly,.