:: You fucked your brother!? "You fucked your own brother!?" [[you|You]] say incredulously. [[Belinda]] says, "Oh, stop being such a prude. He's never fucked my pussy. I'm on birth control, but why take the chance? I just blew him and let him sodomize me. Still do, whenever he wants it. "Ethan went through a bit of a reverse of the Process. His dick got rapidly bigger while mine kept shrinking and he became more and more dominant and aggressive. It was like he fucked all the masculinity out of me and into himself. He had been a shy kid that the girls ignored, just like I had been. There has always been a rumor that fucking and dominating a boy who's going through the Process makes you more masculine and dominating - something about exposure to the sissy's pheromones. I don't know if it's true, but it sure seemed to work in Ethan's case. Of course, he's still not as manly as a lot of boys, like Sean, for example, and nothing like my father, but he's a lot more so than he was. "Well, I think that's about it. Is there anything else you'd like to know?" "Doesn't it bother you that everyone thinks you're a slut?" you ask. "Parker! The polite word is community girl," Belinda says. "Community girl?" you ask. "Yeah, because we perform a community service, mopping up the excess testosterone. Of course, nobody much bothers using the polite word since most of us actually prefer the degrading ones. At least most of us here in Rosestead. I hear it's different elsewhere, but then apparently elsewhere you don't even have a polite word for your sluts." "Well, I guess I can't think of one. Do you ever miss having a dick?" you ask. She smiles. "Not even a little bit. This..." and she strokes her crotch affectionately, "is much, much better." You can't think of anything else to ask and she gives you a peck on the cheek and says good night. You end up not calling either Emily or Billy or one of the servants as you mull over what Belinda has told you. You had never had fantasies about sex with men like Belinda had. It made sense that the Process selected her, but it clearly made a mistake selecting you. You resolve to behave more masculinely at school tomorrow and drift off to sleep. [[Continue.|Tuesday Morning]]