He smiled at her as he gently moved his fingertips over her blouse from front to back gradually working her sweater up her torso. When his fingers pas...ed over her breasts she moaned with need and looked deeply into his eyes. Before she could surge forward he lifted her sweater up and pulled her arms above her head.He got the sweater off but held her wrists together above her head with one hand while his other hand explored her breasts through her blouse and bra. She squirmed, cooed, and panted. He enjoyed being a member of a non-testosterone gender and to be sent to a place full of sissy-boys who adored him was unbelievable good fortune. Shame there were none in the room at the moment. His shiny gold tresses were pulled back into a chignon. Everybody like Poppy and he accepted that with the equanimity of the beautiful. Toying with his own nipples he imagined himself wearing a tiny pink bikini and laying on a sun-heated tropical beach far away. Around him sat a dozen muscular teenage. This was the court hearing and there were no people to sort the mix-up out. She whispered, "Not guilty," in a quiet frightened voice. A panel saying NOT GUILTY lit up on the wall and she thought that maybe the machine had accepted that.Then the voice said "Evidence," and the room went quiet. After a pause it said "What evidence do you have that you are not guilty?" I d-don't know," she stammered, "What evidence is there that I am guilty?" 250,000 credits were withdrawn from the Company's bank. All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** I appreciate getting feedback, both positive and negative, as long as it is constructive. I will not hesitate, however, to delete any nasty or abusive anonymous comments. I enjoy corresponding with my readers, and if you send me an e-mail I will respond. So many readers, so few votes. If you like this story, please register your vote with the stars at the end. It only takes a second but means a lot to the author. Born only a.