You have to be yourself. Youhave to be true to yourself."Full on lecture, dude. At least he isn't approving of him, I thought. Ihad to roll my eyes...and make a face even though no one was there to seeme do it. Okay, I told myself he didn't mean that to sound ascondescending as I was taking it, so I gave myself a ten count before Isaid the next thing, which was just, "I've already been over this with mysister." Really? She told you this?" She tried. I didn't listen. I had to figure it out. "Don't you think I'm sexy?" I asked coyly.His rough hand found my thigh. "Of course I do."I grabbed his hand and slid it closer to my slit. We could both feel the heat radiating from me. My drive burning like a fire desperate to be quenched. He stroked my clit with the side of his hand and slid it back towards my knee, "My, you are worked up, aren't you?" Just a bit," I said, pulling my breasts free through the top of my lowcut dress.His hand idly found my left nipple as he continued making his. Cheryl too noticed a change in Vicky's demeanor. There was no sense of humiliation or even resignation in the girl. Victoria seemed to genuinely enjoy and showed great dedication to her assignment."Well," thought Cheryl, " we'll just have to do something about that! What good is humiliating a pledge if she isn't embarrassed? Perhaps tomorrow's community work will push her over the edge."Meantime, back at Phallic Medical Institute, Victor was blushing and grinning as he stood ( in both senses of. Although her dad sent her down here once a month Tracey had hardly tasted the girl meat herself, maybe a mouthful of her dads cooked breast once or twice, she knew some of her friends hardly ate anything but girl meat but to Tracey it was the process and dehumanisation that turned her on. Of course she was relatively safe, at the age of nineteen she was now out of school so couldn't be caught up in any of the meat lotteries the schools carried out. She didn't drive a car and certainly wasn't.