"BUT 0.0 BUT HOW CAN 17" HE WHIMPERED. HIS FINGERS REACHED DOWN TO TOUCH THAT AWFUL THING, THAT ARTIFICIAL VAGINA, BETWEEN HIS LEGS.

"YOU'LL SEE!" MISS INGRID DECLARED. "HERE, LET ME HELP YOU."

WITH HER ASSISTANCE, GERALD GOT DOWN FROM THE BED AND INTO THE BATHROOM, HIS LEGS FEELING TOO WEAK TO SUPPORT HIS FULL WEIGHT.

SHE PLACED HIM ON THE COMMODE, AND SHE REMARKED TEASINGLY THAT HE WAS NOW "JUST LIKE A GIRL" AND SHOULD COMMENCE URINATING. GERALD WAS AMAZED TO FIND THAT HE COULD ACTUALLY ACCOMPLISH INTRACRURAL MICTURATION. WHEN HE HAD FINISHED, SHE HANDED HIM A PIECE OF TOILET TISSUE AND INSTRUCTED HIM IN ITS USE. THERE WAS DEEP HUMILIATION AT EVERY TURN.

PRIOR TO DESERTING HIM FOR THE NIGHT, SHE STRAPPED THE PLASTIC GLOBES OVER HIS NEW BREASTS, KNEADING THE SURROUNDING FLESH UP AND UNDER THEM. AS A FINAL INDIGNITY, SHE TIED HIS WRISTS TO THE BEDPOSTS, CHUCKLING AS SHE SAID, "THAT WILL PREVENT ANY UNDUE INQUISITIVENESS, MISS GERALDINE."

GERALD CRIED HIMSELF TO SLEEP.

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