This is what women did. I knew now that I loved being allowed to do what women did. It made me feel complete. What really made me feel good though, wa... knowing that Steve did not think of me as a guy, but as a woman that he has had a romantic date with, then he brought her home and conquered her.He told me that he was so tired that he was not going to drive me back to the city. He told me that he would like me to spend the night with him, in his bed, like a loving woman would do. I complained. Violet huddled in the corner, the teenager hugging herself and watching the nun get beat with dull eyes.I sat on the recliner, my head aching from the rolling pin Korina had cracked across my skull while under the control of Sister Louise. Mary sat across my lap, hugging me tightly as we watched Allison and Desiree take turns spanking the nun's ass with wooden spoons. The nun was bent over the arm of the couch and the air was filled with wood smacking flesh and the nun's grunts and yelps of. I scooted a little further out of reach and told him I was going to the restroom before we started dancing again. I knew he was watching me as I walked toward the back and I had to resist the urge to turn around and look at him. Everyone else had used the facilities while the band was resting so I had the place to myself when I went in. I locked the door and smiled at the wanton creature looking back at me from the mirror. She looked like someone who knew what she wanted as opposed to the real. I felt a need to call them, I knew I wouldn't, though. I was pretty surethey wouldn't remember me. Whatever power had changed me had probablyerased all trace of Jace Stromberg. How did I know that? Well, when themorning paper had said nothing about our disappearance, I was pretty surethe Judge had wiped out all trace of our existence.The question was: could we convince him to change us back? What incentivedid he have to do so? For some reason, he wanted us this way."You look like you're lost in.