..where's my drink?"I fell back into Gracie's arms and then deliberately fell forward, forcing Mr Eminently Fuckable to put his arms around me to stop...me falling over. God, he felt good. He smelt nice too. Mmmm. And his arms felt strong around me. I thought 'Oh God, I could fuck this guy.'I put on one of the best performances of my life. According to Gracie I can play the part of a drunken slut to perfection. His name was Gordon and I pronounced it 'Gor-DON'.Me: Gracie, meet Gor-DON.Gracie: Hi,. She's gotten you some stronger femalehormones and later next week you'll go in and have your little nuts'clipped'," Ned assured."Nuts clipped!? I'm not having any of that done Mr. Hawthorne!" Timmygasped in panic."The doctor says you won't need the testosterone blockers that way. Andit will be better all the way around. And the doctor says he can startquicker on getting your papers changed so show you as female too," Nedrattled on, his plan already well underway. "Gladys has been working. He looked so handsome as he stroked his cock. Then he kneeled down and entered me from behind. “Your pussy’s so wet.”“Fuck me daddy, fuck me.”“Are you daddy’s slut?”“I’m daddy’s slut.”“Say it again.”“I’m daddy’s slut.”He slapped my ass. It felt so good.He took his cock out and rubbed it around my asshole. He slapped my pussy with his hand. I watched my smile in the in the mirror. He put it back, his cock moved faster and faster and just as I was getting into it daddy pulled out and sprayed his. "The man looked at me. He muttered someone and then held up a hand. "Wait here," he said before turning and walking deeper into the building.I looked around the lobby and noticed a pair of comfortable looking chairs next to a low table. There was a pile of newspapers on the table. I nudged Miki and pointed to the chairs. "Let's sit. I get a feeling this might be a while."Miki smiled and then walked over to the chairs. She remained standing as I choose one chair and sat down. Once I was sitting.