As she reached my groin with her finger mydress fell to the floor and I looked down at my now feminised body.Why was she calling me Stephanie now, was... my name Stephen before I wasthe gatekeeper? I could not remember.I looked down at my flesh which was now pale white like my Queen. I hadbeen drained of most of my blood. My hair had changed from blonde to jetblack.I had unmistakably female breasts which were encased in a black andscarlet silk corset with a lace trim.My arms no longer had hair. Replaying the entire evening in my head only resulted in me suffering a painful erection and a severe case of puppy love. I lingered over the moments at the end of the evening when her smile had turned me to putty. Catching myself thinking how nice it would be to spend time with her, I was shocked when I realized I wasn’t just thinking about sex. Jim brought me back to earth by bringing up next weekend. Certainly we had reason to be nervous about their plans for us. It appeared they surely had. The speed and ferocity of the strikes shocked every one, even those amongst them who had witnessed Susan?s whippings many, many times before.In no time at all the man?s back was ripped to shreds, but still no one said anything; delighted at this, Susan now turned her attentions to the next slave who received the same treatment, but this time with one of Susan?s long, but flexible canes. The third slave received lashings from Susan?s crop plus the long switch which was more usually used by the. Itwas agreed by everybody that I would need to present myself as a womanthroughout a contest, and that meant learning to speak like a woman.Fortunately there are resources available on the web for transgenderedpeople, and exercises that can be done to adjust resonance. I was ableto acquire the skill and be accepted as female over the phone, within afairly short time.The rest was up to my aunt Jeanne - the physical transformation.At the outset she said that I would need to adopt and hair and.