.I awoke about an hour and a half later, my eyes blurred, and my mouth a bit dry. Sitting on the couch opposite me, was old Jim, our next door neighbo...r. Jim had recently retired, and spent most of his days either in his garden, or if the weather was inclement, in the shed at the bottom of his garden. As my bleary eyes adjusted to the mood lighting of the room, I couldn't help noticing my neighbour slowly stroking an uncomfortable bulge in his pants. And then it dawned on me; I looked down to. . I could swear she waslooking deep into my soul, I felt hypnotized. The world collapsed until itwas only her gorgeous dark green eyes, reading every thought in my head. Ifound myself thinking about the first pair of heels I ever wore, back when Iwas fourteen and going to my first formal dance. I remembered how my motherheld my hands and taught me how to walk heel-toe and to keep my balanceforward. I remembered the dress and laughed at the peach taffeta and howgrown up I thought I was in my. You get the idea. I was being led deeper and deeper into permanentfeminization. My mind was broken.At the end of the year Mike and Danny had a party for me. I was dressed as amaid and had to serve, of course. During the party, Mike took particularpleasure in making me makeout with another sissy who was there as a guest.After a year of service, I was used to these sorts of humiliating demands bymy owners. At midnight, I very ceremoniously signed the paperwork to closethe contract. My service was. “It does look good and shady back in them trees. We need to plant some pecan trees over at the other place to shade it a little, I reckon,” Eli agreed.“You boys get you some clean buckskins and go back behind the barn and get a bath,” Eli told the six boys.“Miranda, would you help Sissy get the girls back there and get them bathed?”“I will, but first we’re going to get your gunshot wound washed with alcohol and dressed in clean bandages,” she told him when Don brought his box of medical.