“I see that you really like the feel and touch of my knickers dear.” Remarked Miss Monroe calmly. I froze as I was, my hands still on Miss Monroe’s knicker clad bottom. “Yeth me do so, wery, wery much…” Oh my GOD what am I saying, why was I just now lisping like a Sissy? Miss Monroe did not turn to even face me she then replied again calmly and strangely, so sweetly to me. “I bet you would like to wear a pair of knickers just exactly like the ones you are feeling on me, wouldn’t you sweetie?”

Sweetie! Did Miss Monroe really call me Sweetie? Before I could even stop myself, I suddenly replied to her. “Yeth, oh Pleathe, Pleathe pwetty, pwetty Pleathe me wuds wike to haveth and wear an exact pair of your ever so pwetty fwilly knickers Pleathe Miss Monroe.” Oh my God I even sounded like a girly Sissy too, what was happening to my voice?

“Of course you may sweetie, I thought you would never ask, but first there is something else I would like you to wear, but not as you are.”
“What?” Miss Monroe said nothing, I looked up at her, but my eyes were fixed on her pretty frilly knickers and my mind was beginning to spin… no… that can’t be right… can it? Suddenly I passed out.

I had absolutely no idea of what had happened to me or how it happened exactly, the last thing I did remember was looking up at Miss Monroe’s knicker clad bottom, with my hands on her knickers and then my head suddenly had felt dizzy and then I passed out. How long I was out for, I really can not say, hours could have passed, it certainly at least felt as though hours had passed by the time I regained consciousness.

I was on a bed, the only way I knew this was because above me, there was this large mirror that showed me what I was on. I could not move my head much as I was in a neck brace, made of of a pink leather strap of all things even the tight tough yet ever so strong restraints upon my ankles and my wrists, they were all pink too.

But my biggest shock of all was the fact I was now completely and utterly naked. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” I screamed. which sounded gargled and high pitched almost girl like, it hurt my vocal chords to scream at all. A soft but all too familiar voice suddenly spoke to me. “It’s OK sweetie everything is OK, soon I will be granting your very Mother’s request, well almost.”

It was the voice of Miss Monroe.
‘What?’
As since I could hardly say the word with my voice I said it with my mind instead. Miss Monroe was there in the room, my God… I was suddenly aware of where I was, I can’t really explain it other than what I have already told you before, Miss Monroe had made me this aware. Right there and then I was aware that I was in some kind of part lab, part Wiccan ritual circle of some kind.

There was a large chalked circle around the entire operating bed, it certainly looked like one to me, going into my body were strange looking tubes, there was an assortment of almost futuristic looking computerised units all linked up to one another. I actually felt that I was some sort of Frankenstein. There was a group of twelve girls wearing white robes and Miss Monroe was wearing a Crimson one with gold laced edges.

They were all holding hands in a circle around the bed and they all began to chant along with Miss Monroe. “Alakazar, Semitous, Strahtous, Gar-mane, Re-Ahl, Femera.” What words were they, they sounded most ancient and then the computerised units began to come alive and some strange pink liquid began to pour down through the tubes and into my body.