Joan had done very little to feminize Stella, other than to add implants to create huge G-cup breasts. She looked just like a 6'5" linebacker for the Bears, forced to dress in frilly little girl drag after having lost a bet in a late-night poker game - which was the look Joan had intended. She was, in fact, not allowed to make herself look "real", although Jack's soft-hearted attitude could be seen in the fact that she looked much nicer and more feminine than she had when she arrived.
Of the other people in the room, the most notable by far to the two watching women was the 5'10" little girl almost crouching, trying to hide behind Joan. She looked scared to death, and, while dressed almost exactly like Stella, she looked absolutely real. "If that's Adain Ben Hariesh," Lou whispered to Ed, "someone has done a real number on him. If that's an act, I'll eat my hat! It had to have been."
".Rose!" Ed finished for her. "And I bet those Vaingirls bitches helped! Well, at least we won't have to worry about." she sneered, ".her."
Joan was speaking, but their attention was drawn next to Robbie. She was standing between Joan and Stella, poised to intervene, if necessary. "That is one dangerous bitch!" remarked Ed. "If we go in, take her out first!" She pointed to Jack's shotgun. "Give her both barrels."
By the time they focused on Joan, she was finishing up her pitch to Stella. ".what you think of me. This is your chance to determine your own future. Jack says you can stay here as Stella as a domme, with top pay. I'll be honest with you, Stan, there are limits to even my skill. I can't give you your manhood back, but I'll help you all I can to be an attractive woman. Damn it, Stella - Stan, you hurt me; you hurt me bad! But that was a long time ago." She held out what looked like a TV remote. Stella flinched, but her eyes widened as Joan dropped it on the floor and crushed it with her boot heel.
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