" The words blurred as Josh's mindgave way to the emerging woman's. Josh couldn't read the words anymore. He was hysteric. Hecouldn't read. He couldn'... read the words! Wait...what were words?Words? Josh's feminized self sat down on her legs with a puzzled lookon her face. She felt her ass become more cushioned and she giggled.What was she worried about? Hmmm. Something seemed wrong, but shecouldn't figure it out. Too bad she didn't have a boy here to think forher. He could give her some good. "You had sex with them in your dormitory at college, allegedly withoutyour consent correct?" John continued."Yes," Adele replied."But you never made a complaint at the time?" John glared at Adele."Well I was scared that they would expose me. I wasn't out as a trans-woman," Adele stammered."So you chose to remain an anonymous crossdresser rather than seek justicefor what, according to you, was four men using your body for sexualgratification against your will?" John's voice was getting. His enjoyment was nowhere near the level of mine, which disheartened me a little.That all changed one night. I was fifteen, a freshman. I had blossomed into an attractive adolescent. My breasts were apple-sized. My ass was nicely rounded and firm. My body was pushing out into some pleasingly proportionate curves with just the right amount muscular tone. I had the face to match with large, wide set eyes, high, rounded cheekbones, demure chin, and a voluptuous mouth punctuated by dimples. I was. While my sister continued to learn whatever interested her, my sessions increasingly became focussed on urban planning, stellar cartography, environmental stewardship and resource allocation. The more I resisted the flow of information, the more overt the lessons became, like fighting a remorseless current. Eventually, it was easier to give in.In reward the infinite space within the takamakura began to unfold, revealing endless entertainments and libraries. Contemporary information, drawn from.