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Pink Mist II (A Sisterz-in-Arms Story) By Bluedust Hi gals! So, here's the continuation of the story of Andrea, Kylie and Roxy in our new fictitious TG universe! If you haven't read the first part of this story, please do so first and comment as per usual. There will be one more part to this story before we start to explore the rest of the Sisterz-in-Arms universe. Well then, please enjoy and be sure to comment. Remember: the goal is to make this a new category on the site so I'm really hoping for your support! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The room was silent. I looked along the row of women perched on the ends of their beds, dressed in nightdresses or wrapped in bedsheets. Michelle, who I had to keep reminding myself was once Michael, was sat directly opposite me. Her dark brown eyes remained locked onto mine, her tanned skin divine against the virgin whiteness of the sheets stretched across her bust. "I hope you know what you're doing," she said. "So do I," I replied, the line not coming off quite as cute as I'd hoped. "Don't get me wrong, I think it's a brave move. If Master is focused on you, even if your plan doesn't work, it gives the rest of us chance to formulate our own." "I guess you could call that a thank you," Roxy said to me. We were almost a clique now, her, Kylie and me. It hadn't been intentional. Kylie had clung onto me simply because I didn't tease or bully her, and Roxy and I had bonded over her breakdown in the shower. "I can't wait for a piece of Master," said Charlene. No-one dared to laugh at the angry-looking woman. As I'd acknowledged some time ago, Charlene had come off best out of all of us when the changes had happened. She still retained most of her height and she wasn't quite as weak as some of us had ended up. "Stay patient," Michelle told her. I might have had my own clique now, but Michelle was the one who held most of the respect in this place. I guess that made her the leader in some ways. I don't know whether that had happened as a result of her former life as Michael or when she'd stepped up to participate in the challenge thrown down by Master. Though she'd failed in her attempt (even being humiliated in the process), that had been the first time any of us had dared to challenge the new status quo being imposed on us. She was a hero - or heroine, if you wished to be blunt. "We'll give you the time you need," she said to me, "just do your best. We're all in this together, no matter how many fronts we fight on." "Multiple fronts could be the best way to win this," said Roxy. "We'll do our best," I said. "But let's give this time. If we fail even once, there's no telling how hard they'll come down on us." We drifted into thoughtful silence. Only the chirping of the morning birds outside could be heard. Then the door opened. A Superior walked in. He cast his eye over us then pointed. "You three, you will come first." He was pointing at me and my clique. We were taken in our nightdresses through the usual featureless corridors. I thought we might be taken to the sports hall or the yard again, but then we took a different turn to normal and up some stairs. When we reached the top my eyes went wide. It was a reception area for a sauna. We were standing on a tile floor, a reception desk in the corner of the room. Soft music played over the tannoy and there were plants and small garden displays. A receptionist smiled and nodded at us. Ahead was Master with his usual entourage. "Good morning, ladies," he said. "I hope you got all your beauty sleep?" He looked at Roxy. "Perhaps not. Welcome to our little hot spring, do you like it?" "Very impressive," I replied, dryly. "I knew you would appreciate it, Andrea. You have good taste. Come now, don't look so serious; ladies should smile. This is a good day." "A good day?" asked Kylie. "Yes, you see, today you get a whole new wardrobe, chosen freely of your own will." "This should be good," snorted Roxy. "You think I am going to trick you? Not at all. Ladies, if you please..." Two women wheeled out a line of clothing, all white and bland. But their appearance wasn't the important part. What the clothes themselves WERE was what was important. There weren't just skirts, dresses, and high heels, there were pants and sneakers. Man clothes. Well, still womanly, but a lot better than what we had presently. "We....actually choose?" asked Kylie with suspicion. "Yes. Well, after your visit to the sauna. Afterwards, you will pick out your clothes and they will be yours for the rest of your stay. You will have to sign for them though, of course." We exchanged glances before being led to the sauna. It was a basic setup, the floors were tiled, there were wooden benches lined up across the walls, and there was a small fountain at the end of the room. We were made to shed our nightdresses before being handed towels (white! more white!), then the door was closed and locked. I wrapped my towel around myself, as did Kylie. "I still can't do this fucking thing right," said Roxy. I came to her aid. "I should by tying this thing around my waist, not a pair of tits." "I guess we just sit and enjoy the sauna?" said Kylie. Steam began to rise from the grating in the floor. "I guess so," I said, and we all sat down on the benches at the near end. "So, why the sauna, do you think?" asked Roxy. "No idea," I replied. "But I dare say there's some motive, even if we don't understand it." "Have you two...shaved since we got here?" asked Kylie. "We don't exactly got beards these days, you stupid girl," said Roxy. "No...I mean anywhere else?" "Like where?" "No, she's right," I said, suddenly realising. "Since we changed, we haven't had to shave our legs or underarms even once, and we're still completely bald there, right?" "I've been trying not to look too closely," said Roxy. "It must be something in that pink mist we were exposed to." "You mean it destroys hair follicles in certain places?" asked Kylie. "That, or it rewrites our DNA on some level." I swept back my fringe that was already wet with sweat. We hadn't been allowed to shave or cut our hair since we'd arrived, and our crew cuts had already outgrown themselves. "Man, it's hot in here." "Hey," grinned Roxy. "If you had to fuck one of the girls in our dorm, who would it be?" "That's....awful!" squealed Kylie. "I can't believe you just asked that. We're all in the same boat here, Rox. We're all really men." "Exactly. We're men. And I need some red-blooded male discussion. Come on, who do you think?" "You talk as if you could do anything with them. You got a way to grow your dick back?" "I got more ways than just using my dick." "What dick?" "Fuck off, you wimp. Would you prefer a man? You want a nice big dick in that tight pussy of yours?" "You're still the most immature person in the world when you argue. Go get a bra for those saggy tits of yours." "Stop fighting! Please!" whimpered Kylie. "We shouldn't fight with each other. We need to be a team." "She's right," I said. "This heat's bringing out the worst in us." "Let's get some water from the fountain," said Kylie. She stepped down from the bench. "Owwwwwwwww!!" She pulled her foot back and clutched it. "What? What is it?" "The floor...it's boiling hot!" Roxy tried a foot. "Cripes! She's right! That's impossible to walk on." "You think they want to keep us sat down?" I asked. "We can't stay sitting down, we'll die of thirst!" "A locked door and a boiling hot room with water we can't get to...you think this is that motive you mentioned?" "I don't doubt it." "So, this is a challenge? We're supposed to get to the water?" "But the floor's too hot to walk on..." "If only we had shoes," said Kylie. "Or something we could use as shoes," added Kylie. "We do have something," I said, realising suddenly. "What's that?" I showed her by tugging at my towel. "No way," protested Roxy. "I'm not getting naked. It's bad enough knowing I've got this body without having to look at it all the time." "It's the only way, Roxy," said Kylie. "No way, I'd rather die." "Fine," I sighed. "We'll give you our towels and you make the trip across, how's that?" "Alright then..." I leaned back, took hold of my towel and peeled it off. The others looked enviously at my body. That probably seems like an odd thing to say, given that none of us wanted the bodies we had, but there was a sense in the room that we all shared, that strange part of the female psyche that sizes itself up against other women, comparing them as potential rivals. Okay, maybe envy was a strong word, it's certainly not something I want to brag about, but there was...something. However you looked at it, I definitely had the best deal going. Though I'd retained at least some of my six-pack when I'd changed, it had already mostly melted away due to the lack of maintenance on it, though I was certainly trim. Then I had my round breasts and dark perky nipples. Roxy's boobs sagged, as did her belly, and Kylie was on the scrawny side and had a chest about as big as she did when she was Kyle. "Come on, Kylie. Towel." Kylie hunched over, drawing up her knees and shyly shedding her towel. She handed it over to Roxy, as did I. Roxy wrapped them around her feet and planted them on the floor. "Hey," she said, "this works pretty - yyyyyyooowww!!!!" She drew her feet up like before. "What? What is it?" "Look!" I did look, and saw the towels on the floor disintegrating before our very eyes. "They must have done this on purpose," I said. "These towels must be made out of some kind of low-heat-tolerance material." "So what the hell do they want us to do?!" yelled Roxy. No-one said anything as we reapplied our brains to the problem. It wasn't easy in this heat though. "Hey, what's this?" said Kylie. Her hand had brushed what looked like a loose plank in the seat behind us. "I think this slides..." It did, and we all peered over at a row of white high-heeled shoes. "Well, I think we know now what they want us to do," I remarked. "No fucking way," protested Roxy. "We need water, don't we? Come on, let's get this over with." She knew there wasn't an argument to be had. We picked the shoes out one a time, trying each one on for size. I found my pair and slipped them on, attaching the fasteners they came with. Then I stood up - and very nearly fell straight back down again. The heels had to be at least four inches in length, something I thought I could handle but was immediately proven wrong. I bent over, resting my palms on the bench. My rear pushed into the air and I was just glad that no-one was stood behind me. Roxy wasn't faring much better. "This is impossible!" "Try to stay calm, we need to do this. Try to...try to think of how you've seen women walk in heels. Let's think about our girlfriends." "Funnily enough, when I was watching her walk it wasn't exactly the part I was focused on." "You don't say." "I know this," said Kylie. "It goes...back straight, chest out." She took a few tentative steps then staggered backwards, her rump landing on the seat. "Okay, that seems like the right idea," I said. "Come on, let's do it together." "Together?" said Roxy. "Let's...um...let's hold hands." "Do you really want me to tell you where to get off?" "It's that or sweat to death. Come on, grow up." With more mumbling she yielded. We took each other's sweaty hands and began to walk. Kylie and I managed to walk with our backs straight, and might have appeared almost elegant. Roxy however wasn't faring quite so well. She was striding and wobbling with her legs so far apart she looked like she was in labour. But we made it. Once we were at the fountain we didn't go back. We spent the time drinking the cool water and tipping it over our heads in an attempt to cool down. Needless to say there were a few girly squeals as we felt the icy water on our newly sensitive bodies, but that would remain forever unspoken. Finally, the door opened and we were allowed to leave. We stood sweat-drenched in the reception. Master and his entourage were stood waiting for us. He had a big smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. Kylie and I were hunched behind Roxy, using our hands to conceal our bodies as best we could. "Very good," he said. "Now that you have been cleansed, you may take your pick of the clothing on display. Just be sure to state loudly and clearly what you would like and be sure to sign for it. These will be your clothes for some time." We stepped gingerly forward, each approaching a different woman at the stall of clothes. Though we were in an even less trusting mood than usual, our need exceeded our reluctance. And my need was quite particular. "I'd...like some...panties, please," I muttered into my chest. "I'm sorry, miss?" the stall girl asked. "I need...would like...some panties, please." "I'm afraid I can't hear you." She could hear me, but I understood she was under orders. "I'd like some panties, please!" I said, my voice nearly cracking. "Certainly, miss." She handed them over with a smile. I kept my back to the wall as I bent over and slipped them on. Now was the really fun part. "I'd like a bra, please." Everyone looked and my whole body turned red. I hadn't wanted a bra. In fact, that was the one thing I was determined not to wear. But my breasts were proving considerable. I was getting back ache, and the way they bounced every time I moved sharply was driving me to distraction. Not to mention the fact that my nipples poked through everything I wore, much to the delight of the Superiors. No, I had to face it, I needed a bra. "Certainly, miss. What size please?" My mind flew back to our initial measurement session with the nurse. "34C." She handed me one. I slipped the straps over my arms and lifted my breasts into the cups. At that point I began to struggle though. I was an expert with bras. Even in my teenage years I'd mastered the art of unfastening them with just a flick of my wrist, much to the distain of the girls I'd demonstrated my skills to. Putting one on however, was a much bigger challenge. In the end, the stall girl offered to help me and I accepted. I can't deny I felt a certain relief at the support of the bra, though I'd never admit it to anyone (not a word, you!). Finally, I got to the part I actually wanted to. "I'd like some pants please." "Certainly, miss." She handed me a skinny white pair and I sat down. I reached down to my heels, uncoupling the fasteners - at least I tried to. As much as I fumbled with the small silver latch, I couldn't get it undone. I snarled in frustration and stamped my heeled foot. Then I saw Roxy and Kylie were having the same problem. I lost my temper. I tried to pull the pants on over the shoes but the leggings were just too slim to get over the heels. "Hurry please," said Master. "Or we shall pick for you." Their latest treachery was completely apparent at last. I wasn't going to accomplish this, I knew in both my head and my gut. I stomped over to the stall again. "Yes, miss?" "I'd like a skirt, please." I was presented with a short skirt that I could easily get over my shoes. I followed this with a crop top and was presented with a dress as well, along with several changes of underwear. Only after this were we shown that the latches could only be undone with the use of a magnet, which we were belatedly presented with. We were marched back to our room, arms full of spare clothes, but we were taken back a different way to the one we came, simply so we couldn't warn the next group of girls what was to come. "What the hell was that all about then?" complained Roxy. "If they wanted us to dress like fucking women, they should have just given us these clothes in the first place." "It's psychological," I explained. "They're working on our subconscious. If we were forced to wear these outfits, we'd instinctively rebel. But they gave us a choice, they made us ask for them and very loudly." "Doesn't make any difference if you ask me." "It does though, it makes a big difference. These guys have been studying the human psyche for a long, long time. Most of what they do works on our subconscious. It's the same with the sparring sessions." "What do you mean?" asked Kylie. "They don't just tell us which moves we can and can't use, they punish us for using a move we shouldn't, like a punch. Watch. Try making a fist." Kylie hesitated, then slowly made one. It didn't look particularly impressive or threatening. "See? You hesitated." "I don't know why though." "Because your subconscious was expecting a shock. It's probably already impossible for any of us to make a reactive punch or kick. It's only a matter of time before we can't make a fist, period. Even though we know it's happening, there's nothing we can do to stop it." "No-one controls me in that way," snorted Roxy. "I guess we'll see." We waited for the rest of the girls. We knew when they were coming thanks to their entrance being heralded each and every time by the sound of clicking heels. Every one of them looked appropriately disgusted and distraught at the same time. One girl, who for her sake shall remain anonymous, nearly cried. We were kept in our room for a short while longer, during which there was an appropriate amount of bitching about Master and his smug entourage. When he emerged suddenly we crumbled into an awkward silence, each of us hoping he hadn't heard our insults. He didn't give us another long-winded speech this time however. Instead, he waited patiently and quietly by the doorway as a tall brunette walked into the room and stood before us. We took up our places by standing at the ends of our beds. Her hair was long and curly and rested on her shoulders. She was wearing a blouse, a sarong, and was barefoot. "Good afternoon, ladies, I'm Sandra." "Good morning, Ms Sandra," we replied. That was another thing they made us do now, speak in rehearsed unity when spoken to in this manner. "Sandra will do," she smiled. "Now then, ladies. You've been in these bodies for a couple of weeks now, and it won't be long before mother nature comes to pay you a visit." "What do you mean?" asked Michelle uneasily. I could tell she was thinking (rather fretfully) the same thing we were all thinking. "I'm sure you're aware, dear. You all must have wives, mothers, girlfriends, and sisters. Very soon, you will all be getting your periods." A sense of nausea overcame us. Was she serious? It seemed impossible. True, our bodies were, at least by appearance, completely female, but had we really been transformed so completely? Sandra seemed to have noticed the sudden unease in the room. "Don't worry, I'm sure you're all shocked and a little bit scared, but it's absolutely fine. We're going to go through everything with you." She nodded to an assistant who began to walk past us with a silver tray containing a pile of small packets. We each took one as instructed. I could feel through the foil what it was and it churned my stomach. "Hold on," said Charlene. "How can you be sure we'll all be getting it? Even if we do start to get....you-know-what's...they won't all be at the same time." "Actually, I'm afraid you're wrong, dear. You see, as much as our periods affect us and destabilise us, for the men it's even worse." "How's it worse for them?!" "Because they have to put up with us. They have to cope with our tears and our complaints, as well as our lack of efficiency. To make matters worse, they never know quite when we will get them. To that end, all of your periods are synchronised." "With each other's?" "Yes, because you were all affected by the same pink mist at the same time. In a way, you're all part of the same sisterhood. Charting your periods, and letting your future husbands know when you will be getting them, will make life so much simpler and fairer for everyone." "Who said anything about husbands?" I growled. I hadn't meant to speak up in front of Master, I'd been planning to keep my cool. But I was in over my head here and ever since I'd been transformed I'd been having greater difficulty keeping my emotions in check. "We'll discuss that another time," said Sandra. "For now, you're all getting a lesson. I want everyone to do the same as me." She undid her sarong, revealing a tight, smoothly-shaven pussy. No underwear. Then she waited expectantly for us to do the same. We slipped off our panties and skirts, standing bare-bottomed in front of her. The sight revealed how we conditioned ourselves down there, and how it varied among us. A few of the girls (Kylie included) now shaved themselves so that they were completely bald down there. I chose to trim my own, but kept it in its original triangle. As I've said before, I lost a lot of height and muscle with my change, and the way we were ordered around made me feel like I was back in school, like I'd regressed somehow. Keeping my pubic hair was a way of holding onto my adult self, even if it was a female adult. The only one of us who hadn't made any effort whatsoever was Roxy, who refused to even acknowledge it and had let it grow wild and untended. Ironic, considering how as Rock she'd always professed that she'd never sleep with an unshaven woman. Sandra lifted one leg onto a chair and took a tampon out of its packet. "Come on, ladies. Legs on beds." We did as we were told, lifting a leg onto the ends of our respective beds. "Now, you can do this sitting or squatting if you find it easier, but let's do it this way that allows you to see how it works." With one hand, she parted her vaginal lips just slightly, then reached under and slipped the tampon inside. "You see? It's as easy as that. Now you all try." We all did. It wasn't quite as easy as I thought, and I ended up poking myself a few times in strange places, but I managed to get it in. Sandra lowered her leg, standing upright and we all did the same. "If it's in right you shouldn't be able to feel it. Just make sure the cord is on the outside because you'll need that to pull it out again." The humiliation was overwhelming. Even real women didn't have to go through this. I felt dizzy with rage. Then came a small thud and we all spun round in alarm. Kylie had actually fainted. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- "Andrea Hayes, please sit down." I did as I was asked. It was nearly a week later and I was back in Master's office. There was nothing new to report from the space between now and the whole sauna ordeal. I still hadn't had my period (though it weighed heavily on my mind) and we were still continuing the sparring sessions. To be honest, I was a little baffled as to why I was here. We weren't alone. An athletic-looking man, not dissimilar to the one who'd beaten Michelle in a race during our first week, was stood silently by the door. "Won't you join me for a drink?" he poured me a glass without waiting for a response. He already had one of his own sat on his desk. "Thank you," I replied. "There have been a lot of whisperings just lately," said Master. "Whisperings about plots and rebellions, and yours is the name that keeps coming up." "You mean Andrew?" "I mean Andrea." I crossed my legs. Partly out of habit, but partly because I was feeling just a little bit defensive and it helped reassure me somehow. "Well, I did tell you I was going to get us all out of here." "Yes, yes you did. And I don't mind you trying. If anything that will only help you come to accept it quicker. But your brazenness troubles me. It is a reason for concern. It is not ladylike and you are encouraging bad behaviour from your sisters." "What can I say? We women are incorrigible." "Yes, you're certainly right there." "Not my fault though. I'm just being myself." "Again, that is a reason for concern. "Well, what do you want me to do?" "To fix the problem." "Yeah? You want a favour from me? This should be good." "Oh, I'm not asking for anything. I fully expect you to resolve the problem. Either you will improve your behaviour and behave in a way more befitting a woman, or you will die." "I...beg your pardon?" My courage faded. Now I was as scared as I probably should have been to begin with. "You heard correctly." "You're going to have me executed?" "Oh no!" he laughed. "I'm not going to do anything. As I said, you are the one going to fix this yourself. Fix it and adjust your behaviour, or die." "I don't understand." "That was poison you just drank," he smiled. "The antidote is a powder in the possession of Paolo over there." I spun round to see 'Paolo' grinning at me and holding up a packet. He broke it open and titled his head back, tipping the blue substance into his mouth. Then he tossed away the packet and looked at me. He opened his mouth, inside was coated in the powder. "That's...the antidote?" I asked, turning back to Master. "The only sample in this room. You'd better hurry." I leapt up from my chair, nearly breaking my ankle in the process as I put my weight down on one of my heeled shoes. I hurried across the room where Paolo was waiting patiently, arms behind his back. I didn't have time to think of another way, I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down towards me. My lips wrapped around his, my tongue making desperate sweeps. He responded in kind, probing me excitedly, entering my mouth in turn. This was a man. I was kissing a man, but I didn't care. Or at least I tried not to. I was concentrated solely on survival. His powerful hands rubbed my back, before travelling down and squeezing my shapely rear. I ignored it. I had to get as much of the antidote as possible. Master wasn't bluffing, I'd seen that in his eyes. Paolo moved his hands up to my head, his fingers moving through my hair. It would almost have been nice if the whole thing wasn't so absurdly gross. We continued to kiss until our mouths were dry and I couldn't swallow any more powder, then I pulled away. Master broke into applause. "That should be enough," he said. "Congratulations, Andrea, that was very well done. I was very moved. "Fuck off," I coughed, wiping my lips. "Careful now," he warned. "You still need me to tell you the rest." "The rest?" "About the rest of the antidote." "...What?" "The powder is only one half of the antidote. It still needs an activator." "Wh-where's that?" "Paolo has it." I turned round to see him smiling down at me. In his hand was a very small tube that looked a little like toothpaste. I looked down and nearly shrieked. He'd taken his cock out and was holding it in his hand. It was rigid, maybe 8 inches. I didn't have time to say anything before he coated it entirely in a reddish lubricant. I looked back at Master. "No..." "You need to be quick." What was meant to be a roar of defiance ended up as a whimper of obedience. I dropped to my knees in deliberate hard fashion to keep myself in-tune with what had to be done. I tried to pinch his cock with my fingertips, only for it to slip out, nearly slapping me in the face. This was going to take some serious dedication. I reached out and grabbed it with my whole hand, pointing it towards me and my...mouth (lord help me). I parted my lips hesitantly, my tongue straining as it reached out and took a lick. It tasted like strawberries. In a way, that kinda helped. I moved in deeper so that the head was in past my lips. Then I took another stab with my tongue. I decided I was being too hesitant. I was doing this to survive, and to survive I was going to need to go in committedly. I moved deeper over his cock, trying to keep it from touching the insides of my mouth. Then I ran my tongue across the length of his shaft. My lips came over the head as I moved backwards and I accidentally slurped. I used the taste to my advantage, trying to convince myself it was a lollipop and nothing more. I went in again but Paolo was enjoying himself more than I thought. His hands gripped the back of my head, and he pushed his cock deep into my mouth. It connected with the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. I was fighting my instincts, pushing on in the name of survival. I was salivating all over his rigid dick and I needed to make sure I got enough of the antidote as possible. I gave his balls a squeeze, warning him to back off, and he relaxed his hold on me. Then I took him in my hands again and with it, full control. I sucked and slurped, pumping my head back and forth, my tongue smothering his tip. Soon, I couldn't taste the strawberries anymore. I kept going. I had to be sure, right? That was the only reason. It wasn't as though I was enjoying this now. It wasn't as though this gave me satisfaction. I mean, sure, the motion was kind of relaxing but I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't have to. I was about to stop anyway. In a minute. I was going to stop in just a moment, when I was absolutely sure. Just one more minute. Then, all of a sudden his manhood began to throb, bobbing up and down. I didn't have the chance to think about what was coming until I felt it hit the back of my throat. It was thick and creamy, practically choking me with its sheer quantity (the twisted part of my mind made a joke about strawberries and cream going well together). I threw myself backwards, bending over on all fours and retching. "Not on my nice carpet!" Master warned. I shut my lips and did my best to swallow. I did it with my eyes shut tight and my fists clenched but I managed it. I sat up, gasping and sweeping back my sweat-drenched hair. "Very good," Master said. "Good girl. Next time we'll have to try it with real poison." I looked at him hard, but couldn't tell if he was joking or not. It seemed I couldn't read him even half as well as I thought I could. I really needed to brush my teeth. "May I...be excused, Master?" "Of course, Andrea. Off you go to bed and get some beauty sleep." "Thank you, Master." I hurried out, and got as far as the nearest corridor before my sniffling took over and I began to sob quietly. It wasn't what you might be thinking though. It wasn't the fact that I'd been tricked (had I been tricked? I had no idea anymore), or that I'd acted so intimately with a man. It wasn't even the fact that my period was imminent and could hit me at any moment. No, what upset me most was that under my dress, and inside my panties, my pussy was moist and throbbing. It had been from the first kiss. And that led me to ask myself another question: had I really believed that Master had been telling the truth when he said he'd poisoned me? Or had I detected the lie and played along anyway like in some kind of erotic role-play? My gosh, I was so confused. Things had been so hectic lately that I hadn't even questioned the state of my sexuality. I resolved that when this was all over, I would see a therapist. I was sure I'd be made to see one anyway as a matter of course, but I was really going to go over everything. I resolved I'd get to the bottom of everything in my head. I resolved that, and much, much more. THIS IS NOT HOW THIS STORY WILL END!!!