It was natural enough, he'd long ago decided; and wasn't that the way Max had gotten up there... by taking from someone else? That was the law of this... godamned jungle, wasn't it?Silk Weaver didn't intend to be on the stooge-end of the stick too much longer, he was thinking as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the top button, thankfully leaving the din of the casino behind him. He had his plans... Max Bovino had built the perfect little empire for him. Max had Parksburg right in the palm. He exchanged pleasantries with many of the surrounding nobles. He absentmindedly plucked a grape from a dish in front of him and was rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Then, he leaned in and whispered in Penelope’s ear. “Put this in your pussy.” Her eyes grew wide as he slipped her the cold fruit. With trembling fingers, she slowly began to slide the hem of her dress up her legs. The grape felt like ice as she placed it near her entrance. One more night she thought as she pushed it. The smacks were coming more rapidly, and Janet could feel herself getting even more wet. Abruptly, the spanking stopped. “Don’t look back,” said Xavier. “Eyes forward.” His voice was stern. She wondered what was going on. Suddenly, Xavier grabbed her ankles and she felt a soft rope pushing them together. Xavier straddled Janet’s legs from behind, and rubbed the small of her back. He unhooked her bra and pulled her hair, straightening her up. “Here’s the deal: you keep your arms up, like a good. They put me in the transitional building with the others who would becomedudes. Some were happy, already practicing being macho. Some were crying,and some were so angry that they had to be restrained.But some were like me, in a state of shock.Most recovered.I never really did.I stayed there for the nine months it took for my body to finish itstransition, hating every moment of it.The only way I could handle it was to basically shut down inside.It only got worse when they tried to set me up.