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When I reached her waist, she spread her feet in a wider stance,
trusting me to dry off her cunt and ass. It was a treat to be granted
such a privilege. I squatted down and finished each leg. God, her
hips, waist, and ass were glorious. And her nice wide vertical
rectangle of pubic hair was truly lovely.

"Stand up."

"Turn around. March."

She guided me with the whipping rod pressed into the center of my lower
back. We left the backstage area and marched down a long, bright white
hallway. The centre wasn't busy, but the 4 or 5 other people stopped to
see how I looked at this stage. The other two shemale patients were
kept nude too.

We approached another novice and her instructor. The novice was chained
at the neck. Her chain looked like strong chromed jewelry, more
symbolic than serious. She already had visible breasts, and her long
blonde hair looked natural and well styled. Like most elite shemales,
her narrow waist and wide hips were miraculous.

"Good afternoon, Miss Stephanie. Could your inductee please help us
with one little thing?", asked Tracy.

"We always have time for Miss Tracy's needs, sir.", answered Stephanie,
a petite buzz-cutted redhead wearing the same lab coat and boots outfit
Miss Margaret had.

"This one needs some lipstick.", said Tracy.

Stephanie took a tube from her pocket and gave it to her shemale.

"Angel, put some lipstick on Tracy's friend. Answer."

"Gladly, Miss Stephanie, sir.", said Angel. She had been through the
vocal cord alteration, and her voice was four or five notes higher than
mine.

Angel smiled and applied the lipstick. We both enjoyed our wonderful
moment of freedom and slavery under Tracy and Stephanie.

"Good job, Angel. Answer."

"Thank you, Miss Stephanie, sir.", said Angel.

"I compliment you on the deportment of this one, Miss Stephanie.", said
Tracy.

"Haven't seen a baldy in a while.", said Stephanie.