We drove on, with me on the point, Bethany directly behind me, and Beth out on our right wing. An hour of driving over small ridges and slight incline... eventually brought us to the path. We were on it well before we even noticed it.The path led to the west. It was a trail cutting into the woods at a right angle to the direction that we were travelling in. Small trees and scant underbrush obscured its start from the distance. We were surprised to find it. We stopped and took a moment to look. But the worst thing was when I needed to pee and I felt completelydifferent, then I saw the pee going on the tube and I just felt verynervous.Two days passed, and I was released of my binds, I came to firstexplore my body and I cried when felt that they had taken my pee-peeaway.I didn't want to be a girl, I said to the nurse, I swear that I didn'twant to be a girl, I kept crying.By the afternoon I was not weak and I felt a little better so I leavemy bed and walked around the room stopping by. Sex education on the third day disgusted me at first. Drinking piss. Yuck! Maria explained that piss was pretty sterile and I would quickly find out that making a slave drink it straight from the source was commonplace here. "You will routinely be asked to lie under the table in the king's dining room where the table is western style in height and service the diners both by fellating them and drinking their piss while they eat." I must have looked horrified because she singled me out. "Watch. I told her to keep opening her legs as I closed her up because I needed room to just sew her lips together without tearing her. She was needing to be flexible enough for strenuous exercise then she must retain full usage of her groin with her Mons closed.I zigzagged down her slit pulling her opening together. When she was closed, she had 16 stitches on each side.“Are you comfortable?” I asked.I looked up and Deedee had a big grin on her face like a kitty that had a bowl full of cream. “Yes that.