As the tingle entered my left arm, my mind briefly cleared enough foranother detail to become very apparent to me: there was no hair on myarms! Nothin...! I brought my right hand to my changing left arm, slowlyfeeling the flesh of my biceps, the muscle now blanketed by a soft,fatty cushion. Intrigued, I brought my new nails up as well, andaudibly gasped as my rubbing turned into a slow, erotic caress. GoodGod, how soft I was! I could hardly believe it; there wasn't a blemishto be found on my now. Lynn looked at him and noticed that he was cryingand the wetness on the inside legs of his stockings."Have you wet yourself?" she spoke harshly to him."Yes Mistress." Curtsey."Did I hurt you?" Yes Mistress." Curtsey."I don't want you near me like that you filthy sissy, go and cleanyourself up then report to me." She decided that a firm hand was inorder. She wasn't going to stand any subordination now that he wasnearly trained.He just curtseyed to acknowledge the order and hurried up to. He knew there was a deeper connection, which they called a meld; but a link was sufficient for introductions, and possibly the best he could achieve with his current level of integration with his Companion. Their brief introduction the night before had been surprisingly informative. Normally, introductions between a master and his students would be face to face. Unfortunately, the children weren't all in the same location. Four were in Texas, two were in Washington DC, and the last child,. .I was born a boy," she waited, turned her head to seehis reaction. His face showed no sign of emotion, he kept lookingahead. Stayed silent.As they continued to walk, they continued to hold hands. Matthew wastrying to process what he had just been told. 'I've been kissing....aboy......that looks like a girl. A boy! A fucking boy.......and I lovedevery second.' He found himself once more trying to work out what thatmade him, but applying a label didn't work. The thoughts kept jumpingaround 'he.