RELUCTANT PRESS

"I have a lot to tell you before we arrive at your new home, Jennifer," he said softly, pulling me against him. "First, I want to tell you how amazed I am at how truly beautiful you turned out to be. Far beyond my wildest expectations, I got not just a wife, but a wife that will make all the other wives jealous! Your behavior at the wedding was perfect, and your voice! It was so high pitched and sweet when you said, 'I do.' Jacky said the lady she was going to take you to could give you a girl's voice, but I had no idea! Talk to me again, sweet Jennifer, so I can hear your pretty new voice."

"Oh, Master, I'm so frightened and confused." I confessed hesitantly.

He was grinning at me as I spoke.

"I know that I look pretty now and my voice is much higher in pitch. I can see your wisdom in letting me be your slave for four years with some freedom, rather than spending twelve years in prison with none. But, how can I live as your wife? I'm not a girl! I don't know how to be a girl!"

"You sound wonderful!" shouted Mr. Devon.

I saw the startled chauffeur look at us in the rear view mirror.

"So girlish! So feminine!" he continued. "You don't know what joy you bring to me, my wife! I want you to relax and not worry so, my lovely one. I will pamper you and give you fine clothes and jewelry. As my wife you are going to be sheltered and well cared for. All your needs will be taken care of. I want you to be happy as Mrs. Devon. Compare that with a life in a narrow cell, surrounded by a bunch of crude men who care nothing for your beauty or your welfare, and who wish only to satisfy their animal desires between your soft lips or quivering thighs!"

"But, Master..."

"Do not worry your pretty little head about whether you will be a good wife for me or not, Jennifer," he continued. "I will see to it that you are properly trained! You will learn all the wifely skills. You will be taught to live, move, behave, and perhaps even to think as a woman! Who knows, when

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