:: Ignore it.
While sobbing, [[you|You]] sniffle to clear your nose and inhale [[Mr. Anderson's|Mr. Anderson]] masculine aroma again.  Your dick and nipples have stayed stiff throughout the conversation and crying jag and for some reason you are entranced by his enormous stiffening penis.  I'm not gay, you tell yourself.  Something in you wants desperately to feel his cock, but you tell yourself over and over how unmasculine that would be, so you just keep crying into his shoulder.

When you've begun to calm down, Mr. Anderson gently disentangles himself from you and turns to his daughter.  "[[Belinda]], will you take good care of Parker before dinner?"

"Of course, Daddy."

"Parker, I'm going to give you full access to the domestic staff so you can try out your theory.  I will not order my staff to have sex with you, but I will strongly encourage them to succumb to your advances.  When you go to school tomorrow, I want you to see Mr. Hilliard again at the same time as you did today."

You sniffle.  "Go to school?  I can't go to school like this."  After your experiences of the day, you're not sure you ever want to go back again.  "Besides, my first day of gym is tomorrow.  I can't undress in the locker room with these."

"Well, Parker, I suppose it's up to you, but I would strongly encourage you to attend school if you wish to reverse the Process.  It's not very manly to run away from your problems.  You have to act like a man if you want to stay one.  As for gym, Belinda can give you a wrap tonight to wear around your chest which should conceal your breasts.  And there might be another solution on offer should you choose to take it.  I will talk to Mr. Hilliard about it."

The thought of going to school tomorrow terrifies you, but unfortunately there is logic to his argument and you steel up your resolve to act manly and beat the Process.

"All right, you two, that's enough for now," Mr. Anderson says.  "I'll see you both at dinner."  He then walks back to his desk and sits behind the computer.

"Come on, Parker," Belinda says, "let's get you cleaned up."  She puts a hand on your arm, helps you to your feet, and ushers you out of the room.

She closes the door and the two of you walk down the spacious corridors to your room.

[[Continue.|Back in your room.]]