As I came, she injected the final needle into my scrotum.As I came, she injected the final needle into my scrotum. Female hormones! I had been on them for a month now. Getting something like one hundred and forty times the recommended dosage. The results had been devastating. Aided with a fatty diet, I was developing wide hips, well padded and jiggling. My chest needed a bra now and Sheila made sure that I was always well wired, lifted and separated. I dried my tears and waited for Sheila to say something. I had been conditioned to speak only when spoken to. "Sweetie, when you're done with your ironing, your hairdressing subscriptions are in. Make sure you read them all." "Yes, M'am, I will read them all. May I ask a question? "Certainly, you may. If you are willing to do so while I spank you." "Why are..OUCH ..you, making..OUCH ..me read those ..0OUCH ..magazines, the ones ..OUCH ..about hairdressing?,, "You can be so silly, Sweetie. Were else could an effeminate boy like you get a job? A beauty parlor of course. Sissies like you, make fantastic hair stylists. I've spoken to Mrs. Jenkins and she plans to put you to work any day now." "Yes, M'am. It's just that..it's just that.." "Are you crying, Sweetie?" I couldn't hold back the tears. It was so humiliating, crying like the sissy I was being forced to be. |