Stopping somewhere in his high schooldays, Vic's confession turned to apology. "I'm sorry...please forgive me...I'm sorry..." Karen, feeling a bit w...oozy herself, grabbed Vic's hand and led him to the leather sofa directly beneath the balcony. They sat and talked for more than two hours. Looking in from the rain into the open reception area, one would see two women, one consoling the other. Karen spoke of gender dysphoric men and how some had actually entered her clinic asking to become. The sex was good. Both had had lesbian affairs in college and knew what to do. Sandra ended the session on top and rubbed cunts with Rachel until both screamed their orgasm. “You butch”, chuckled Rachel as they rested naked and side by side“Dyke”, answered Sandra laughing“Do you sleep around ?”, asked Rachel“I did…but if I’m going to be with you, I’ll be yours only”, promised Sandra“I haven’t fucked a girl in years, but I pledge to sleep only with you”, answered RachelThe women took a shower in. One thing that she feared was that she would have to sleep with men at some point, despite the reassurances from the three people who now controlled her. Donna was not interested in guys and wanted only to service the two women in the household (they had all eventually moved back into Roberta’s house, where Chad had assumed complete control). Increasingly, however, she had been shown a lot of transwoman-on-man porn by the group and heard suggestions that she might actually enjoy it if she gave. They didn't have enough money for the school’s clean synthetic meals so they had to barter what little they had to provide what they could. Stan and Emily both exchanged worried looks as they packed the last of the meals away into pre-used plastic bags.As Stan zipped up the last of the cloudy sandwich bags he felt a strange pinching on the sides of his head. His hearing became muffled as a high-pitched ringing grew ever-louder. He rubbed the sides of his head when he noticed Emily staring at.