I'm starting to have difficulty remembering who I am. It seems like I was born in high heels. Just the other day I took a step out of the shower and my slipper fell off accidentally, causing a loud screech to escape my mouth when I came down flat-footed. I couldn't believe the agony till the shoe was back on. Fortunately Mrs. Castro hadn't heard my outburst or I definitely would have paid. The silence code here is absolute.
The mirrored walls are a constant reminder of my growing femininity. The shots are certainly doing their job. My extended breasts are proof positive. Two quivering cones that constantly shake whenever I move or even when I just breathe. Mrs. Castro loves to play with them or suck them like they're some kind of exercise toy. It's hard to explain my inner excitement when she does this. My whole body seems to turn to jelly as an intense arousal builds inside me. A new unbelievably astronomical source for pleasure. Helps me to understand her joy when I munch away at her own inflated nipples.
I've gotten quite adept at getting things done without the use of my hands and of course in complete silence. I'm not sure if I have spoken ten words in three weeks and those few sounded so squeaky I hardly knew it was coming from me.