"Now Faye, I want you to repeat the below phrase 100 times. If you getit wrong or stumble, you won't get just a slap next time.Faye nodded as the lady... told him what to repeat. He did so instantlyhoping he had remembered everything."I am a girl now. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am your daughter Faye.You are my mistress and I must obey everything you command me. I willbecome more and more girly. I will be dressed like a girl in whatevergirly clothes my mistress tells me to wear. I will wear make. Making sure that every spot on your neck has received the touch and heat of my lips. You reach back with your left hand and grasp my hardening cock with your loving hands. You feel its firmness and begin to caress my length with care and purpose. Up to the head and down to my balls which hang below, full, heavy in your hands. Your touch is so gentle, …..so awesome that my dick becomes engorged with blood, harder than I have ever been in my life. My soft kisses become a little harder as you. They typed nothing into the chatbox. Back in the real world, a mental image of tiny Anastasia surrounded by big horny men put me to peaceful sleep.IIIAs the days went by, the game started to consume me. What started out as an escape ironically became a prison, a dark dungeon in which depravity was rampant. And weirdly enough, I loved every second of it. Well, almost every second. When I had to be offline, I started to pretend I was Anastasia. I ordered a blond wig and the second it was. “Well there was this new restaurant and I thought ... seeing as how Karen works so hard, she should get a little, you know, time off from a meal.”“Dad” Rebecca shrieked putting her hands to her mouth, looking at Jill who had the biggest smile and then looking at Karen then back at her father. “You’re ... going on a ... date, With Mrs. Simpson?”“Why? Is that so strange, that two people want to spend a little time together ... with nooooo girls around to pester them?”Rebecca loosed her seat belt.