She raises an eyebrow and gives you a wicked grin "Would you like to see how John?"
You pause for a moment wondering if you really want to know how a man could be turned into one of those sniveling diaper girls but your disbelief demands more proof "OK slave Mistress I would love a tour of your complex and a chance to see your..um techniques at work"
She gives you a knowing look and grabs a key chain "Thought you might John please follow me"
She leads you first down some steps then along a rather dingy corridor to a large iron reinforced door guarded by two rather burly eunuchs. As they wave you both through "That dear John is the only entrance and exit from my compound so you can see the first thing my new girls know from the getto is that escape is impossible. That in itself does a lot to break someone's spirit"
You shiver slightly at her words as she leads you through to more looked doors in spite it being relatively warm inside. She gives you a mirthful smile picking up your discomfort "Now this way John we haven't got all day"
You suddenly find yourself looking through a window into a large room done up like a creche, inside you see dozens of diaper clad women dressed in toddlers clothes playing contentedly with their dolls and other things.
She then matter of factly explains "This John is the final training room where our diaper girls can show how babyish they have become. This glass is a one way mirror so they never know who is watching so must assume they are constantly under observation"
She pauses whilst you take that in "The only way to cope with the constant need to behave in a certain way is to become that creature. After several months of visiting this room daily our new diaper girls can be nothing but the cute creatures you saw me selling outside"
She then continues "The two way mirror has another purpose too. It allows women the pleasure of observing the final outcome of the transformation they have paid so richly for. Maybe you might like to speak to one of those women? ..perhaps for more proof?"
As she speaks you see a small group of richly dressed women looking through the windows and laughing loudly.
She brings you up to them and asks "Would one of your dears like to explain to John what has become of the former men in your life's"
One rather matronly women gives you an almost feral grin as she closely inspects you "Oh yes I would love to. My sweet Osama is now ready to go to the auction pens next week I wanted one last chance to see his final humiliation before she becomes someone else problem"
She points to a rather cute red head who is singing 'I'm a little teapot' and exclaims "That cute little diaper girl over there was once my husband, the fool tried to divorce me. I had him brought here before he had a chance to make it public, so instead of being a penniless divorcee I am now a rather rich window. Alas for Osama everyone know assumes he is dead and of course after his lovely training and transformation he wouldn't be telling anyone anything else"
You gulp nervously wondering if you really want any more of this tour as the place is clearly evil. You turn to the slave Mistress and starkly ask "So how many of your girls were men?"
She laughs loudly "So John you now obviously believe me. I will however answer your question at the end of the tour rather than now. But just let me say that clearly when revenge is involved the transactions is extremely lucrative for me, as not only do I get paid for the transformation service but also make a nice profit upon sale. Very few of the women actually want to keep my precious pets and are happy for me to sell them on. Those that do usually place then in special purpose institutes, rather than care for them at home"
She then marches of again and almost orders "Now John follow me to the next room"
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