In agreement.

I found myself nodding in agreement at Gail's words. I looked about at the staff as they moved off. Gail motioned me to follow Valerie. I did so in my ridiculous maids outfit feeling every bit the nervous girl I'd become. I’d bought this outfit for Valerie I recalled and she was slimmer, taller and less curvaceous than I Now was, hence it was a tight fit. I’d made her serve me drinks outside. We’d had sex on the patio. I remembered her on my lap, legs wrapped around me, enthusiastically riding my cock, her small breasts against my muscular chest as she moaned in exquisite pleasure... now I wore the maids outfit. I stared down.

I still wasn’t used to what I saw. My cleavage was impressive and reminded me of my utter emasculation. Hell my nipples were partly visible. They'd all seen them. Hernandez had even played with them. And I'd let the man do it. Enjoyed the attention even. I tried not to think on that. Focused on Valerie instead. I stepped out onto the verandah expectantly.

There was a pool there now.

So thorough had been the transformation of my house that our yard had been excavated for a pool, with a poolside bar, deckchairs and even a shower. Gail had always wanted that but I’d been **** given I was not a strong swimmer.A projector was set up for movies, with plenty of music ready. Gone was my pride and joy, the barbecue, the treehouse with my little shack of mechanical toys beside, the wooden rocking chair where i’d liked smoking cigars, drinking cognac and feeling like Clint Eastwood. This looked more like a beauty spa or a country club now, a place where rich women relaxed and unwound.

All gone. Everything of mine gone.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" quipped Valerie. "I watched the light die in your eyes..."

“Pardon Mistress?" I asked as I stared. I was scared of water.

"The broadcast of you in the chamber. You can see the exact moment when the self confident owner of this house is subdued, tamed, caged." She snorted derisively. "Hard to beleive that I once respected you. You're just so... weak now. It's funny. Totally emasculated." She pushed me into the pool. With a cry I fell in. I came to the surface and tread water. Oddly I felt more buoyant now. Breasts bobbing in the cool water. Ass and legs with more fat requiring less effort to stay afloat. My outfit went partly see through. "Huh. A little girl," Valerie mocked and I coloured. He swam with difficulty to the ladder and climbed out, the maids uniform clinging to my tiny body in a distracting way. The extra weight of the water pulled the top lower exposing more nipple. My skin felt taught from the cold. I was conscious of my curves and reduced stature. "Out of those wet clothes." Valerie instructed and with nervous excitement I obeyed, pushing the sodden garments down so I stood in heals and maid cap. Breasts proudly erect, skin glistening. An image of beauty and obedience. I hoped she liked what she saw.

Valerie inspected me. As I had once inspected her. She cupped an ample breast. I shuddered. Naked. Exposed. Powerless. Female urges. An odd submissiveness. Valerie laughed then leant in and kissed me. I yielded. Heart hammering.

Valerie leaned forward and down, and I leaned back, yielding ground. It was my instinct, now, my nature to give ground, to shrink before her, to --

I fell backwards into the pool, yet again, the cold water a harsh reminder of just how **** I was, and how Valerie could so easily toy with me and I would take it.

"Out of there, now! Or I'll spank you. Come kneel here." She snapped.

Ashamed, shivering, I obeyed, swimming with effort to the edge, climbing out dripping wet and cold, kneeling dutifully. Ass on my heels, knees angled out displaying my new sex, hands upturned and resting on my knees, back straight, shoulders back, chin up. I'd seen other girls take this pose before. Other such converted criminals. It was ingrained into me now. A completely submissive pose that felt right.

Valerie looked down at me and stooped down to her my level, hand between my legs. Her fingers found the small nub of my female sex. A swollen sensitive thing. A remnant of my manhood only. "Remember when this was bigger. More impressive? Not a girlish nub but a masculine head..." her hand explored the sensitive folds. "When there were impressive balls down here. When I used to kiss and worship them with my mouth?" Valerie teased as her finger rubbed back and forth across my swollen lips. "When you would have been the one in control, dominant, playing with my pussy and not the other way round?" Valerie slid a finger into me and I groaned pliantly. "You want something in there don't you slut. You weak little cunt. You deserve this for what you did to all those women. You've used and abused your power. Now you're powerless and will be used and abused." I moaned and squirmed in shameful lust and arousal.