The Matron had decided Peter's fate even before she became his guardian.She was not looking for some immature toy boy, but a slave to service her need...s.A slave did not need a cock, and a girl would be much easier to keep. The firststage was to stop his willy working and to feminize him and soften his body.Large doses of hormones delivered in his food soon started the process. Hewas effectively chemically castrated and within weeks, hard-on's and orgasmsbecame a distant memory for him. Within. A faint breeze stirred a few stray wisps of her hair around her face.Annie turned her head slightly as she heard Phillip step out onto the balcony with her.He stayed by the door, not venturing over by the rail with her, refusing even to meet her gaze. She sighed and returned to the view before her.The wind gusted again, stronger this time, lifting a discarded shopping bag and skittering it across the empty parking lot. A few drops of rain spattered across Annie's bare arms. She turned her face. . and...Damn.Her tits were huge. Like, same-size-as-her-entire-head huge. Tami had the sort of breasts that invited comparisons to the largest available items at your local produce department.I silently reminded myself not to drool."Hi, I'm—" Mike, right?"She jumped up from her desk and bounced across the room to meet me. I extended a hand to greet her, but Tami just swatted it aside and instead gave me a full-on hug—crushing the entirety of those unbearably soft tits against my body.As she. She turned around, hugged me before getting off, and once again thanked me for the ride.Everyone else in the cab was looking at us with a shock in their eyes as to what just happened!! And I went to sit back in my seat, like a warrior who had half won his battle already.That was the day, after which it became a usual phenomenon of sitting together in the cab and we became so comfortable that she didn’t even have to ask. I put my hand around her automatically to comfort her. She also didn’t mind.