”“I knew it,” said Prudence. She didn’t sound like she was happy to be vindicated. “Is she okay?”“Were you ever okay when you were in lo...e?” asked Bev, with wisdom much older than her chronological age. “Were you ever okay when a man was involved?”Prudence smiled. “Yes, actually. I was. And you are too.”Bev flashed a wide grin. “I know, but it’s so much fun to blame everything on the man.”“Where’s Suzie?”“She’s still talking to her.”“What now?” asked Prudence, looking toward her daughter’s. ”And at that moment, Mizz Donna walked in, heavily pregnant, and holding some (obviously) insurance papers.“Hi, Mizz Donna -- c’mon back.” I got up and started up the hall with her. As soon as I got around the corner, I whispered, “I need to see you for a minute.”She looked at me, questioning. I guess my tone must’ve given my nervousness away.We stepped into Nikki’s office. I said, “Mizz Donna, that lady out there is Nikki’s Mom, and I need to quickly figure out what to do about her -- you know. “Yes!” I moaned, barely remembering about the air elemental.The wind caught me and lifted me up. I moaned in delight as it held me. Its caresses cooled my burning flesh as I shuddered. The winds blew harder around me while unseen hands kneaded my ass and pulled my thighs apart.I shuddered as the air blew across my pussy lips. My clit ached as it was caressed. The air swirled through the folds of my pussy like many invisible tongues. My toes curled as the world spun about me. The wind kissed my. There are sissies in this prison. I mean, realhonest-to-god sissies. You couldn't tell the difference between them andbiological women. Well, in this cell, you're the sissy. The woman. I'mthe man. I expect you to be fully feminine as long as the guards lookthe other way. Panties. Dresses. Lipstick. Can you do that?"Michael looked at Bobby. He had already performed gay sex on him. Whatwas wearing a dress? He swallowed hard. "Do I have to?" he asked."You have to. You have to be pretty for me. All.