He felt the anger rising in him, flushing his cheeks. Hah. They promised you the world with these new treatments, but all you got was nausea and anoth...r round of bad news. It reminded him that he still had his medication in his pocket. He pulled out the little brown bottle, opened it, and looked at the hated white pills. I don't need you anymore, he thought, leaning over the counter and tossing the bottle in a wastebasket.When the girl brought his breakfast back, he tore into it like a starving. It made me think of myvoice. The training and hormones had made it possible for me to soundbetween an alto and soprano. I didn't sound very masculine even before butnow I could sound a bit passable.My mind turned back to the time between the hormones and now. During thisperiod I had become quite feminine in my manners. The hormones had helpedbut also the magazines, TV shows, food etc that Master Cock had picked outfor me. Outside of work during this period he controlled all my othertime. He had. 'Just one taste. Oh, you'll love it.' That sort of thing. Booze will be flowing. Expensive booze," he laughed as he looked at Frank. "And the owner of that expensive booze can't even drink it anymore. Life's a bitch," he laughed."Do you have any idea how many years I've been collecting that wine?" Frank groused, "Not to mention everything else," he finished, a bit of morose slipping through.They ignored him, yet again.Frank's expression changed to a fake glower, "So we're just going to sit. Then I told him about "Samgrant1865" and our conversation, and what he thought of my pictures, and what he had said, as my husbands cock began to grow even more, and stiffen up. Soon I was sucking his tip, and doing it so wet and sloppy, telling him how I would do "Sam", and how he could watch! Soon I was kissing him, and kneeling again and he was asking if I would do this, and that, and I said, yes, and of course, and I went down deeper on him as he imagined it was "Sam" and so did I with my.