Since I met Ms. Parker and LaKeishe, Iguess I have changed a lot.LaKeisha can be very demanding--even cruel at times. It is humiliating tobe bossed a...ound by a cute, African American, 19-year old girl. The otherday, some construction guys came into the salon to fix some drywall.Their crew chief assumed I was the boss. It sort of felt good to berespected. Well, LaKeisha found out that I was acting like a boss. Shetotally embarrassed me in front of the guys--making me get them drinks.She. One in particular held my attention for quite a while. What the person inside looked like, I couldn't tell. The suit consisted of a slim purple otter wearing nothing but (I shit you not) a tiny diaper over the clearly anatomically correct crotch. I just knew this would be my first target. Being careful to avoid being spotted, I began to follow the otter slowly. She (and it was clearly a she as the boobs were visible) headed toward the guest rooms on that floor. Keeping my distance, I managed to. Mandy had lured my male self to the cinema and exploited his fantasies to induce an obsession with rape and castration. And what had followed? Drugging, abduction, torture, humiliation, castration and feminisation. No choice had been offered. Once feminised, I’d been sold to a brothel. Did Helen and Jennifer imagine Mandy to be innocent of those serial violations? And then the bitch had waited until I was inured to prostitution before launching her glorious rescue and providing me with keys to. Once she was out of the box, that woman showed more good sense than the average person would have—she shed all of her stinky clothes and stood there, filthy and naked before us. Nancy found some rags and wiped her down as much as possible while I tried not to stare at her.We found out that she was usually fed once a day by a woman. Abigale thought that it was about noon when the woman opened the box, but she had no way of knowing for sure. The woman needed something to wear on her way home, so.