I'm not sure what Laura was thinking about me, but I definitely wasn't open to a relationship with this psycho.Laura stood up and leaned forward, grab...ing the end of the tape and unwrapping it, which really hit home at the end as the tape was pulled off of my hair, causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes. Crumbling up the tape and throwing it aside, she held out her hands in front of my mouth. "All right, spit it out."I had a hard time spitting out the things stuffed in my mouth.. Before showering I had used one of Kat's larger vibrators on myself but resisted masturbating as I wanted to save cumming for later on. By the time I had finished I was sure that my ass would be ready for Danny.Danny arrived on time; he looked like he did in the photograph I had seen. He sat down in the front room and told me to get him a beer. When I returned he told me that as of now I was to do what he said, and that if I refused he would leave. After all my expectations for the evening. " Another lady nearby looked up and chuckled. She had to add her 2-cent's worth then! (Will this nightmare ever stop?) She said, "So much of what you boys wear is never seen and you could actually wear a lot in this shop and no one would ever know." Yupper, I think I will just die right now and never worry about life again! Chuckles, giggles and laughter resounded through out the shop! Yes, they were having lots of fun! At my expense! Betty then cleared her throat rather loudly and the laughter. ..?In criminal cases the uses of Z-chambers were much more ... extreme. I'd seen others sentenced to one year of extreme feminization as a bimbo-dolls, but had never expected to be one myself. They televised those transformations. Just like this. As a deterrent. As a humiliation. As entertainment. Most of those small curvy bimbo-dolls were technically still male. Tiny, big breasted submissive men with minuscule cocks and shrivelled balls. All but emasculated. No longer anything remotely male..