"I shrugged. "There haven't been that many interesting ones. Just yourstandard transformations and sex changes. Besides, I haven't had time towrite an... of them down." Write them down?" she repeated, laughing. "Hasn't the judge told you?You don't have to write them down." I don't?" Of course not, silly. All the stories are in your head. All you need todo is call them up. That's the power the Judge has given you."I thought about that for a moment. When I first went to the Judge andasked to be. Like that. Oh fucking yeah!" Sumter announced with his eyes closed. "You like that big brother? Does my hand feel like my warm wet pussy?" Mandy asked with a devilish smile. "Oh yeah, little sister, so hot and the grip is so tight. Just like your pink walls are surrounding me!" Mandy felt her pussy get wetter the moment her brother finished that statement. She could feel her personal lubrication run the length of her personal crease and drip slowly from her attentive clit. However, it did. I really could care less. I was a surf k** who loved the beach and spending one week in Riverside was a version of hell to me back then. Anyway, He and I pulled up to the house and went in. He showed me a room where I would be staying. I asked about a room closer to the kitchen and he said that belonged to Shelly, his new wifes daughter. He said she was my age and was nice.I got my things settled and he said i could play video games in Shellys room till she got home. I laid on her bed and. “Please...please...” “Yes, my slave?” The blows stopped, and relief flooded in. Yet as I looked up at her, I saw disappointment in her eyes and I felt saddened by it. I needed to serve her, to please her. Kathy had asked me to. I wanted to. Even though it might be hard, I wanted to. “Please, Goddess... harder. I want to give you my tears and sobbing to enjoy. Please, please, please.” I broke down into a pathetic chain of pleases, overcome by the sense of shame at begging to be brought to tears.