"Then you will wear what's in there do you understand?" My lapse ofconfusion was promptly dispatched by her slap. "You WILL wear thosepanties, do yo... hear me!"I could only nod, and my day to day activity now included wearing veryfeminine panties that would further emasculate my sense of identity. Itdidn't stop there. My commands were very specific, and with purpose, Iwould soon be forced to wear high heels, thigh high stockings, and agarter belt. The next article was a corset. I could. It isn't difficult toadd a few "laughter lines" to the face; let the breasts sag a bit; add acouple of inches to your waist; etc. This helps stop the neighboursgetting suspicious. Eventually, however, eventually even thesestratagems cease to be effective and then it is time to move and take ona totally different persona, reverting, once again, to being a youngwoman. A major alteration to ones appearance requires a great deal ofenergy and you need to build up your store of "internal ire" first. Seconds later, I felt a punch in my stomach andthen someone put a bag over my head and strapped my arms and legs to somesort of table."You have turned out quite well, but even with the nature I possess, I amnot the demon that you are. I could easily taste that which I havecreated, but I will leave that to the animals. You shall be my ultimateweapon, my retribution against those that seek to pray on others, and inturn, you shall gain some measure of punishment for that which you havereleased. My stomach rumbles softly. I laugh to myself. Of course I would be hungry. I walk into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I see a pizza box, leftover Chinese, and a bowl of mac'n cheese. I pull all three out. First I try the pizza, then the Chinese. Both are usually my go to for leftovers, but these don't work out. But the mac'n cheese tastes just right. With my appetite sated, I walk over to a set of bookcases in the living room. Three bookcases, each hold different genres of books. The.