"Yes," my heart shouted inside.* * *Some time later, at home, I stood in front of a hallway mirror, nude, andthought about the changes in my life. The...image in front of me wasfemale, except for one small difference. My hair had been permed into along shag, and I was wearing makeup, as usual.This was me? This was the life I had chosen?"Hello, little one," Mother's voice came from behind me. Are you admiringthe form that you have been given?" Not...not really, Mother. I was feeling ashamed.". ”Then the door of the room opens a crack, then Hope’s pretty face peers around the corner. The sound of Paddy’s tail thrashing and wagging on the bed is audible. Hope smiles, “Hiya”.She steps into the room and is immediately pounced on by Paddy, jumping to plant his front paws in her arms, she leans forward (weighed down by his weight on her arms), bringing her face close to his – and is immediately licked on the face. She lets the dog lick her chin, cheeks, closed mouth. Trying not to laugh.. A stupidly disfigured caricature of a woman, she was, tottering behind two jello mountains. Flashes of reflections from the tinted windows showed her a lean, tall girl on endless legs. She was totally naked and elevated on silly heels.Out of a wasp-like waist grew the biggest tits she had ever seen or thought possible on a woman. They didn't sag a millimeter and their nipples were at least an inch long.Her ass almost imitated the tits as a counterweight. She could have easily carried a tray on. “Hope that wasn’t too rough on you in there. Don’t worry though as I can’t imagine you’ll be moving again anytime soon.” Greg heard the lid open. “Wow that stinks, phew. My names Ben by the way. Craig didn’t say your name so I’ll just call you toilet, it suits you. I know you can’t talk to me but I’ve got a way of asking a couple of questions. If the answer is yes wriggle your tongue, do you understand?”Greg moved his tongue in the tube.“Excellent. Right toilet. First question, did you get into.