"So, as long as you're a good baby girl and do everything I say andeverything my big sissy boy says, I'll change you back." Third, you have no control...over when and where you will wet or poop yourdiaper. Do you have any questions sweetie?"I look at Mrs. Sanders, and I try to think in my head what to ask withouther getting pissed at me since she is a witch and she can do whatevershe wants to me."Um yes, I mean when I go home on the weekends, will you change me to mynormal self?"Mrs. Sander's. "Master, this is stupid and dangerous," Kayla said calmly once I was in the vehicle and we were underway. "We can deal with everything from the house, and we can be much more secure there." But I need to find out who leaked this story!" I yelled.Emily and Kayla both cringed and grimaced as they felt my anger. Emily had to slow and stop the vehicle on the side of the road."Master," Kayla begged from her knees on the floor of the truck, "please don't be angry with us. We will help you deal with. She then walks over to her purse, taking out her mascara once more. She glances around the room. Kleenexes? She spots a box on the bedside table. She cleans herself up as best she can, removing her racoon eyes and mascara lines from her cheeks, before reapplying it. That’s better, she thinks as she grins at herself. She moves back to the bedroom door and heads back down the stairs to the living room to rejoin her mysterious saviour.She slips down the stairs and into the living room noticing. The detectives had obviously been keeping quiet until the EMT guys finished up. The lead detective finally spoke up. "So, is he going to make it?" That is not certain. I estimate his survival chance at approximately 82% providing he remains in my care, an increase of 20% since the initial heart installation was successful." When will he be able to answer questions?" I will not wake him up until his new heart is installed and working, which means it will be at least one week. I will have a more.