I sawthat my fingernails had been reshaped and that fingernailpolish had been applied. It made my hands look veryfeminine.Debbie was applying the fina... touch by putting lipstick onmy lips. Then she had me look at myself in the mirror. Ilooked in the mirror and could scarcely recognize myself.Debbie was true to her word; anyone seeing me would thinkthat I was a woman.Then she had me open my mouth, and she sprayed somesubstance into my throat. I asked her what it was, and myvoice started sounding. Now the normally timid lesbian fuckbunny had turned nasty and was trying to destroy her.Jenny struggled against her bonds to get free, only making the situation worse as she ran out of air, collapsing back onto the bed, her mouth filled with hot pee.Mons had cum on her face - the bitch - she was clearly getting off on asphyxiation abuse just like her grandad."OK that's enough - we don't want her passing out again" - it was grandpa coming to her rescue - but he seemed a long way off.Then she. Once upon a time she would have been truly horrified by his crude actions; but now she just stood calmly while he did what he had to do. Several thick handfuls of hair were then knotted around stout twigs to form basic brushes." ... It's time!" he said. As Marie removed a garment she handed it to Peter, who laid it carefully on the ground: unnecessarily carefully, you could say, considering what was about to happen to them! She stood, shivering to begin with, but then she felt the warm sun as. He started seeing someone else. I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t do it behind my back for very long.” “Shit, I’m sorry.” “Oh don’t be. I’m over it.” “Still sucks. Good on you for getting on with your life though. Better to be here than sat at home eating ice cream, right?” He offered her his bottle. She clinked hers against it and smiled. He was right; she had every right to be here, enjoying her holiday. None of this was her fault and she should be grateful her friends cared about her.