SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

If all Joyce wanted was a man to play dress up with, I believed I could get through it OK and settle my three thousand dollar bet.

We drove in silence for twenty minutes or so before Joyce stopped the car in front of a small house that had a sign on the front lawn reading: "Dr. Jane Hollis." Joyce opened my door and helped me out of the car, walked me up to the front door and ushered me inside. We were met by a receptionist who immediately took us to a room in the back of the house where I was introduced to Dr. Hollis.

"So this is your Debbie, eh, Joyce?" Dr. Hollis asked, smiling at me. "Joyce is my best friend. She told me of the bet you lost. Four of a kind, huh?"

"Yes." I looked at the floor, ashamed that this woman was in on my transformation into a girl.

"Jane is going to do me a favor, Debbie, and help make you more believable in your role as a girl."

Dr. Hollis busied herself with some sort of aerosol spray can, then turned to face me. "Open your mouth wide."

I did as she said and she sprayed the aerosol deep into my throat. Suddenly, it became very hard to breathe. My throat felt like it was slowly freezing, it was so cold! I gasped for breath!

"The choking feeling will pass quickly. Relax," Dr. Hollis ordered. "Your throat will recover in about three hours time. It's very important that you do not speak for the next three hours, or roughly until mid-afternoon. Is that perfectly clear?"

I nodded.

"If you speak before the vocal chords recover, you could permanently damage your voice. I have tightened your vocal chords, Debbie. The result will be that your voice will be raised about an octave in pitch and you will sound sweet and girlish. Don't worry. It's not permanent. The effects will last about three days, then slowly fade and your voice will return to normal."

"What do I owe you, Jane?" asked Joyce.

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