We went into the kitchen, and sat at the table to eat our salads. She got right to the subject at hand. "Bill, I know I got upset with you the other d...ay, and I'm sorry. That just came from nowhere, what you told me, and I didn't know how to handle it. I hope you're not mad." I hope you're not mad?," I thought. Me, mad? She's the one who should be mad. But maybe I did have some upper hand left. She was hoping I wasn't mad.So I didn't revert to the usual role of supplicant, but took charge.. Asshe formed each section of curls, the iron burned hot on myscalp. It tugged relentlessly as she wound the strands of hairaround it, bringing it tight to my head. Mistress knew I likedthe feeling of the iron, so she twisted it slowly and forcefullyon each curl, dwelling on the process and solidifying thepowerlessness of my transition.As she finished with the curling iron, Mistress took a can ofhairspray and misted it all over my head, stiffening the hair anddefining the unmistakably feminine. It appears that arousal causes it to grow.” She toyed with one of her fat nipples as she spoke, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.“Now for girth.” She let go of her nipple and wrapped the tape measure around his thick shaft just below the head. “Just under eight inches in circumference.” She set the tape measure aside and picked up the meter.“Now for the current.” She pressed the probes of the meter to his glands just below the head where her thumb had been earlier. He was soaked. My new body nolonger needed human food. I finally realized what I was. A succubus. Mybody was reacting to a man in front of me. I knew what my body wanted butI didn't want his disgusting nasty thing inside of me. But I have nochoice. With these new feelings in me, I knew today was the day I take astand. This is what Durlock wanted all along. I licked my lips andthought about having sex. I stared back at him. And I made a vow tomyself that I'm only doing this to escape. He totally expected me to.