Indeed, it had been the vision of me as a woman,one morning in the kitchen, to convince Mustapha to perform the transitionclitoris procedure. He was h...lding me in his arms, showering my nipples inloving kisses. My breasts by then had become more rounded, pointed andperky, real female breasts. While treating me like his woman, he whisperedin my ear: "Ophelia, my love, your breasts taste just like those of anyother woman. They are wonderful!" I was seconds away from weeping out ofthe deepest joy. She crawled in beside me, caressed my body lightly, kissed me andcautioned me, "You'd better get some sleep dearie, You've got a busy daytomorrow." Then she rolled over and went to sleep. It was a long timebefore I could get to sleep. SHE'D had several orgasms during the course ofthe evening, while the only one I had was even turned into a source of myhumiliation. In my fantasies serving Chris as my dominant Mistress had beena big turn on, but the actual experience had been only pain and. ” Those with enough seniority to remember a waitress and short order cook from 1968 often wrangled over the names of other forgotten patron saints of the Last Chance Diner.On the last day, the tired old argument seemed more passionate than usual, and it raged furiously until the lights went out. After the lights clicked back on, several regulars began arguing instead about when was the last time the diner had gone dark. The vote was three to two in favor of four winters back, but no one could. She was the blonde from the first round. One of the hunters moved forward to take her and another put his hand on his shoulder “Not today, runt”. Two of the Minotaur grunted and walked off, knowing that they would not be successful here. They walked back to their bases.The last two looked over the cowering mouse and Lady held her breath just as the trees shook and started to lower in the floor. She cursed as her cover began to fade. One of the other hunters turned to see her through the trees.