She leaned into him, her bare tits on his arm, and whispered something. He smiled and walked over to us and led us to a prime table next to the sidew...alk. Once he left us I asked Carol what she had whispered to him.She said, "Tits for a table."We we all ordered a Mimosa, while we checked the menu. We ordered while we drank, French Toast with bananas for Carol, Lox and bagel for me and buttermilk pancakes for John. The streets were full of people shopping, flirting and generally enjoying. I was changed too; I was now furious. I counseled myself to be patient.I followed them back to the conference centre. I lost track of them inthe crowded lobby. I rejoined the conference but my mind was elsewhere.I plotted my revenge. My dear blessed reader: of course you know what Idid. This FictionMania! Yes: the entire French maid thing. Hormones,Hypnosis. "Discipline training," as that large lady had called it.Chastity. Castration. Huge implants. Cuckolding. Tendons shortened. Oralsex. Laser. But, yes, I can do it again.” I answered.“Could you come to the clinic and look at other cases?” She asked, her voice hopeful.I hesitated to answer. I didn’t really want to become the focus of attention, but I knew I couldn’t squander the gift that I’d been given. “You do realise, I’d have to do this on the quiet - no one can ever know it was me. If people found out what I can do...” I trailed off, letting Trish fill in the details of what I’m implying.“I understand,” she said. “If people found. Suzan was alternating between her insane desire to have sex and her happiness at now being married to Dusty. She couldn't decide which was more important at the time.She wanted to have a soft tender moment with him, but at the same time the deep desire to go at it like monkeys was almost completely overpowering to her. She was trying to not force herself on him, but the drug induced desire was almost beyond her control."Suzan, you have to let me do this so that we can be one. We need to do this.