Perhaps it was the effects of the estrogen? She truly felt like a woman now. She realized that as a woman, she could do whatever she wanted. Anythi...ng! There was only one thing holding her back though. She had a lovely look, nice breasts, subtle curves, and soft smooth skin. She had long ago shed the wig, with her own real hair now coming down to her shoulders. But in between her legs, she was held back. She knew what she had to do; she called the plastic surgeon, and scheduled 'The. I relaxed. A peaceful lassitude fell over me. My body went limp. I didn't need to fight any longer. I turned again, the silk working up my body. In fact, this was kind of nice. The world turned and I giggled as my arms were bound. I was snug and warm.“That's it, poppin. Isn't that nice?”“Yes,” I whispered.“Hold on, Sophia. Xera's climbing up.”Through the branches below, flashes of Xera's face appeared.I giggled, “Hi, Xera.”The silk covered my face. I was completely engulfed in the warm, snug. But she wasn’t listening even a single word.I was begging at her toes and crying out loud and told her that I can do anything for her if she won’t tell our parents. She thought for a minute and asked me, “Anything?”I said, “Yes sister, I will do anything”.She said, “Ok. Then you need to be my slave whenever we are alone inside the house. Also, in the morning after waking up and before sleeping, you need to drink my piss and eat my shit.”I was so shocked listening to all these coming out of my. " The old man paused for a moment, then continued, "Who I oncewas has little relevance now, but you may call me...." He pausedthoughtfully, then with a faint smile finished, "Sarren." Why are you here?" I demanded uneasily, squirming uncomfortably where Istood. I was so horny that all I wanted to do was go and satisfy myburning needs, but Sarren was not cooperating. Perhaps, I thought tomyself, I could get him the old fashioned way. With that, I sat down onmy couch, adjusting the scanty silken.