Chapter Forty-Five
As I stand in wait on the porch of Miss Jake’s farm house, I contemplate the past few weeks.
The demure naked minx Emily, Miss Jake’s well shackled, hairless and hideously branded oral servant, proved to be quite the diligent instructress. Better than Johnny in terms of cosmetics, I now look like a girl, act like a girl even think like a girl... the conditioning constant... enduring a barrage of brainwashing, duress and physical transformations.
Farm work finished for the season, the training has been less physically exhausting, but mentally such wears. Many hours learning to walk in heels... and gracefully... something to which the masculine Miss Jake is indifferent but the more effeminate Miss Emily can tutor with aplomb, having been brought up with servants. Simple
