A woman doesn't have testicles and you need to have a flat panty-line." You don't have to be so brutal," I seethed with a glare. "I'm sorry we just do...'t have a lot of time to transform into a girl."I nodded, "What do I need to do?"She pulled out her Smartphone and quickly found an Internet entry that she had bookmarked earlier. Pointing at my testicles, she read, "When you were born your testes were hidden away inside your abdominal cavity, and at some point they descended into your scrotum.. 'I think I have a new big friend in this world.'Still smiling, I was once again exhilarated, happy to be flying and on my way again to my destination. But thinking about my destination made my mood sour. I really hadn't thought out what to do when I arrived at my parent's home, the White House. I might even get blown out of the sky as a threat to national security by whatever force was there to defend it. And there were a lot to chose from, Secret Service, FBI, Police, Air Force, Navy, Army,. If you could choose the next boy at school to have gay sex with, who would you choose? And you can choose more than just one if you want. And tell me what he or they look like since you're in middle school and I'm 2 years younger."That was an easy question I could answer immediately. "There are lot of boys at my school who I think are very cute. But if I had to name the one boy I would choose to have sex with, it would definitely be Jamal. You know Jamal, right? Your parents are friends with. "Yes, I bit it," screamed the Sub, "I told him no and I threatened to use the safe word, but why should I be out for six weeks because that fat impotent pig doesn't respect my limits?"This evidently called for real punishment; not the playacting that normally happened, though Jacqui knew that could be painful enough. It was quickly agreed among the Doms that she should be "asked to go home".This was an expression that Jacqui had never heard before but the gloating of the Doms and the fearful.