"We're still in shock over it, and some of us are just starting to feel it now." I thought that might be the case, Rob. May I come over and chat with ...ou for a while? Perhaps I can help."I was hesitant at first, but glanced quickly at the different expressions on the faces in the room, especially Renee, when she heard who was on the phone, and I thought it might be good to have him there, just in case. "Yes, that would be good of you, amigo."He said, "I'll be there in an hour, Rob. And I will. "Cindy thought this over, it was good that Karen was proud of her and itwas good in how Karen was making Cindy feel right now. He thought aboutbeing an ashtray and while the taste was terrible, especially having toswallow the butt and how it made him feel funny, weak and submissive.Along with what Karen was doing to him at the time he simply succumbed toher will and agreed.Cindy replied, "Yessss...Ms. Karen...I...ammmmm....ahhh, oooooh, very ...proud!" hewent into body shaking organism as his. During my four years at L'Academie des Femmes, we usually had anywherefrom ten to 15 boys in training.They called us boys. With masculine pronouns. Never girls until wereached level three.As if we had to "earn" being girls.By the time we reached level three, which for me was early in my fourthyear, we had been taking a moderate, but effective dosage of femalehormones.No beards.Softer voices.Breasts.Though some wouldn't dignify what I had as breasts.They were the size of a late summer peach. . I felt her lift the back of my shirt and run the tip of the butt plug along the center of my back causing me to shiver; it was considerate of her not to get the Astro-glide on my shirt, I thought. Oily stains were a bitch to get out.Amelia turned to Emma.“You, girl, Erin is it?” she said.“Uh, Emma, Miss,” Emma responded uncertainly.“Emma, sorry. Emma, please come here and hold the slave’s ass cheeks apart for me. Slave, please spread your legs further apart,” Amelia directed. Emma was still.