"She'd known I was back there the whole time. I climbed out through thelittle door, feeling like my plans had been defeated once again.But then again ...his was Diana. The woman who was almost a sister. The onewho listened to me and really seemed to hear me. So when she asked me,"Why are you trying to leave Themyscira?" I told her. I told hereverything, from my first feelings that something was wrong, I told herthings I had told my counselor and things I had never dared say aloud. Itold her. "It's a waterfall sound," said Patricia, his wife. "It can help the process." Michelle sat on a couch, still grinning at me occasionally, obviously unable to wait for me to see whatever was coming. I sat on an identical couch, andCharles went back to sit by Patrica. They certainly looked like a devoted couple.They hadn't said anything about what Michelle said about sex, but they were obviously into hypnosis. Charles returned to a story he'd been telling us, and for a moment,I watched Michelle's. And, it was good, I tell you. His ass had been down this road a few times before me and his asshole really knew its way around a cock. Soon, we were banging hard and furious, I knew I couldn't keep it up much longer."Wait. Change!" Wayne pulled off me and rolled onto his back with his legs upright and being held at the ankles. His asshole was a rocking target. His tiny dick was hard and, you know what? It was still tiny. I leaned over him and pushed in again. Within a moment or two, we were. "While we continue our discussion of humiliation and its importance, Iwill ask the sissy graduates from our last workshop begin preparing thewashbasins for later," Annette continued as the half-dozen sissygraduates, all fully feminized and wearing maid uniforms began to movetoward the door where they exited while each carried a large bucket."And while we are waiting on them to return, I can tell you a littlesecret about our first activity and let you know that you will be thefirst workshop.