He quickly looked away as his eyes seemed drawn to her cleavage sticking out of her low-cut top. “Put some clothes on Mike!” his mother sternly sa...d.His mom was still a looker at 40. She was an older, bustier looking version of his sister. She had always been referred to as a MILF by all of his friends. And while this had always been awkward for him, he couldn’t help but silently agree when his friends voiced this.The girl in the bed, woken by the commotion had darted up, grabbed her clothes. I wasn't sure if the transfer would wake him up andwanted to be able to make a speedy exit if it did. The procedurelooked even more bizarre watched from the outside. The tendrils creptall over him, like anemic snakes, finding all his entry points. Itgave me shivers of disgust.Luckily Cassandra showed no sign of stirring once it was done. Maybeeven she needed to sleep sometimes, or the procedure took longer withan unconscious mind. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to wait around tofind out.I. "I don't trust him either," I reply. "So, let's get us some insurance. And our clothes."Neither of us says much to each other for about five minutes. Then, Amy Sue sees where I am heading. I park the car behind an old barn located directly behind Dorothy's house. It's dark outside, so she doesn't see us approach. But, we can see her standing in her kitchen doing her dinner dishes.Not only that, but she's wearing one of the dresses we stole from her earlier – one of the two dresses that caused. ? We did it arthroscopically,via the vagina, so there are no external scars."? The doctor sounded proud.? The girl began to cry again. "We've alsomade," he looked quickly at her groin, then bent to examine the dressingsat her shoulders, "some other modifications that are currently fashionableamongst certain of our clientele..." The girl didn't hear thelast part, having given way finally to a sedated despair at learning that herwomanhood had been excised.? At first shedidn't believe it, but as.