I sat there with my head up in the stream of water and my eyes closed until i could hear Marcus' footsteps coming back towards me, i opened my eyes an... saw him standing in front of me with a towel, a ladies razor and shaving cream. "now just a few more things for tonight Boi, I told you i wanted you hairless, so now we going to make that happen you understand me boi?" yes Daddy" I said, looking down at my pubic hair. Marcus handed me the shaving cream and turned the shower head slightly off of. I paused and excused myself to the bathroom.Looking in the mirror I had to make a choice keep lying or just do whatshe asked. The thing was she was right, well sort of, I didn't like howI looked, I loved it, I reveled in my face. Every time I looked in themirror I got a tingle. My feminine face honestly turned me on to no end.I would find myself staring at my looks. Wondering how a new greyhairstyle would look framing my face. Longing to have my grandmother'shairstyle, and then my penis. He laughed a lot, too much, and the way he treated Amanda, the White-Silkbrunette, was odd too. Abuse she could understand, she had been beatenenough herself in the past and she'd surely be beaten again in thefuture, but ridicule? He was out to break her, Kresca mused, the girl'sspirit was being crushed to be remade anew but in that manner? Why? Sheconsidered herself an expert in reforming inanimate dross into vitalflesh that sold for hard coin, tarn disks of pure gold but what sort ofunnatural. ”Her dress had fallen away from her chest showing her small but perfectly formed breasts, “Oh?”“You tricked me into coming here, you have no children do you?” she challenged.“No, no I don’t, nor a wife nor have I had,” I admitted, as I sat up my head throbbing. “It is lonely here, I have needs, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a gentlewoman to train as my whore.”“So you saw me as a whore did you, to use and cast aside like an old stocking?” she queried.“No, yes, sort of,”.