. from the first day, actually. Mr Franklin told me it was a job requirement when I interviewed for the job. We needed the money and it was one of the...few jobs that I could qualify for.”“Are you fucking kidding me? I can’t even imagine how THAT interview went. What happened?”So, I began telling Tony about the interview I had with Mr Franklin, with his enormous dick sticking out of his pants, and swinging just inches from my face. Then, how he had me pull out my tits so he could play with them. Then I positioned myself to use the toilet,noticing for the first time that I was lacking thenecessary equipment. That should have been a complete shockto me, though it wasn't. I'd been half expecting somethingof that nature since I'd noticed my breasts and femininehands. I winced, spitting, "Damn," as I looked between mylegs, seeing that I did look just like a woman down therenow. Except of course for the fact that my skin...and smallpatch of hair were chalk white. Though I was definitely not. He never tells me until it’s time.”IF he did ask you to do something you didn’t want to do ... Do you have a safe word?She nods, “Yes, it’s ‘Purple’ – or if I’m gagged I just have to shake my head. But I won’t.”Cut to Barbara on her knees, naked, bound and gagged, on the grass. She looks into camera and tries to speak with her mouth jammed open by the ‘O’ gag. Subtitles help us understand exactly what she’s saying.“My name is Barbara MacDonald, and I’m going to do whatever my master orders me. Feeling melancholy and sad, he wondered in his young mind if he would ever meet anyone in real life with a face that was as beautiful as hers. She was his boyish idea of how a woman should look—and she was dead.Memorial Day...Memorial Day dawned bright and clear. Walking to the cemetery early that morning, he knew one of his last jobs would be to help his Uncle Homer distribute the wreaths of flowers that had been sent by people who would be unable to be there.By ten o'clock that morning, North.