"Let me speak up for you, Damon", said Monica. "I want to be a strong sexy man who instead of being married to Damon, owns him. He desires to be a woman implanted with a chip in or near his brain with which I can control his behavior so that he can properly serve me however I desire. I want him to be blind, have no teeth, and his mouth, though still his mouth, to look like a pussy from the outside and to have a clitoris that functions. I want him to have a strong sense of smell so that he can smell my cock and my other manly smells from a long distance away. The chip implanted in him should control the nerves in his pussy so that it feels like a vibrator. When he gets closer to me or does something I like, the vibrations get stronger and more pleasurable while when he gets further away from me, the vibrations and pleasure weakens. When he does something I don't like, he gets a constant painful electric shock sensation until he corrects his behavior. Because his pussy leaks all the time, he may as well be permanently bowel and bladder incontinent and require night time disposable diapers 24 hours a day. And when he messes and pisses himself, the vibrator sensations should be turned to high to bring him to edge, but not cum. His breasts should be no smaller than D cups and so swollen with breast milk that they leak. However, they should never be so big that they weigh him down, hurt him, or drag on the floor. He should also always wear his pink "Daddy's Little Sucker" bib since he'll always be drooling out of his pussy shaped mouth. His only nutrition should be water, baby food sucked off of a dick, and cum. Since I only want him to crawl, I want his fingers removed, but not his palms, as well as his entire feet. He should also have his voice box removed so he can no longer speak or make noises and his intelligence so low that he can no longer understand what I'm saying, no longer knows what a toilet is, and no longer smarter than a 12 month old. I want him to act merely on his impulses and think with is pussy. I also want him to have his own room in our basement. In that basement, he should sleep in his kennel and be hooked up to his breast pump so that I can sell his milk on the market when I don't feel like playing with him or letting him play with someone else. The basement should be an unfinished basement with heat. I also want him to wear a pink harness and a pink collar with my name, phone number, and address on it in case he runs off. Of course, his implanted chip will be able to be scanned at an animal shelter since it also is RFID capable. It will also ping his location to my phone using the cellular phone network. Is that too difficult for you, Madame?" Madame looked toward Damon and noticed he was "pitching a tent" in his pants. She said, "Very well, Monica. Your wish is very detailed and interesting, I'll grant it for you, no questions asked. One exception, I want Damon to be physically weak, under 120 lbs and under 5 ft tall" Madame clapped her hand and said, "Let's begin!" The crowd gasped and laughed.