However, I began to protest when I was told thatit would be women's clothing.'Asyou know,' Faith began, ' I don't have many girlfriends. So I'm going ...o teachyou how to be one. Every third day you will be a woman not a man.'Faithpresented me with a corset, knickers and stockings. I put on the knickers and stockingsmyself but Faith helped me into the corset. It was not until then that I reallyrealised that whilst women looked fantastic in corsets, they could hurt. Faithhad also purchased breast. Her face started to become slimmer, her hands and fingers becoming longer as she gripped the bedspread. She could see her nipples poking through the tightening shirt, hard as pebbles. A tingling in her chest brought her eyes to her usually small breasts, and in amazement she watched as they began to inflate, pulling her tank top even higher. Her red suspenders, normally holding up her shorts down the front of her chest, were slowly pushed to the side as her breasts grew. As her breasts grew and. Well, let’s leave it there for now. I trust Reg to keep things between the lines. Is there anything else?”“Yes,” Sarah said. “I need a space. Semi-private. Office/consulting room/clinical room.”“In the Centre, or separate?”“In would be better. But somewhere ... discreet.”“One of the unused cells? Like this office? A curtain inside the bars?”“Perfect. But I’ll need an examination couch, a desk, a couple of chairs and a computer. Probably a drug-cupboard and a small lockable refrigerator.”Stuffy. Maria in the meantime, had gotten the black guy's cock she had been sucking, to lay down on the floor and without taking the black cock out of her asshole, lowered herself and the black guy whose cock was buried in her asshole, onto the black guy laying on the floor, moved her pussy in position over the guys cock and lowered herself onto his cock. Maria's pussy and asshole were filled with black cock and she could feel them, just a fine wall between her pussy and asshole separating the two.