"Enjoy my darling Sissy," Rose went on again as I shook as I slid my stockings on my legs and numbly hooked them on to my garter belt. "I've seen your face after your dates with your boyfriend, you know. And I've seen almost all of the girls I've created look that way in the past, you know."
It was always because they wanted a man, were ready for a man, ready to be a fine woman for a man. And you are, too, darling Sissy. Becky, Lisbeth and I will want all the details, every touch and every wiggle you made, every kiss and caress from your boyfriend and every worked that he said to you. After all, you are a girl now, my darling, and that's what we women do. We share everything we ever do with men with one another."