" Laughing a bit, and then motioning at the door. My Aunt Alicame through the door, carrying some clothes and a bag with her. "Ali isgonna fix you up ...ice, so you can go get some clothes...and go try andhave a little fun tonight to get your mind off things..here drink this."He handed me another glass of drink. It smelled like the concoction Idrank earlier."Umm...what is this?" I asked."This is a stabilizer...it will finish the serums job. If you don't drinkthis your body. I wanted outand tried to tell her so when she returned. Of course, the ring gag, holdingmy drooling mouth wide open, made every word ridiculously unintelligible andtry as hard as I could, I just sounded like an hysterical little sissy withher tongue cut out. She laughed at my pitiful attempts to talk. Of courseshe knew that I know longer wanted to play. She could tell by looking at mypanties. They almost looked as if what was underneath was female, since Ihad gone completely limp.When the ropes. She cried into my shoulder for a few minutes, before I asked why she was upset again."I want you," she sobbed. "I didn't look at you because I didn't trust myself not to pounce on you, and I didn't speak to you because I was afraid I would betray myself. When you saw me naked, it felt good. I enjoyed you seeing me naked, and I know you enjoyed seeing me, too.I was astounded. This beautiful girl wanted... me? Before I had had time to think of a response, however, Beckie had leaned over and she. The inmates were dressed in sexytops, panties, stockings, and a variety of girls' shoes. Their hair wasworn in cleverly chosen unisex styles, adding to their gender confusionand at the same time making it impossible for them to relate definately totheir male origins. Throne walked toward them, passed between two of theawed figures, letting his fingers brush against the hip of one of hisfavorites, and sat in a wooden straight-backed chair. They all turneddutifully so that they were again.