It had looked like a person, but when I looked again no one was there.Thinking my tiredness was just playing tricks on me, I pressed the button to clo...e the garage door.Shutting the car door, I had no time to avoid the hand that wrapped itself around my neck and blocked off my air.?Don?t scream or you?ll be sorry!? I could feel the muscles in his arm as he tightened his grip.His other hand came and covered my mouth, as he walked me towards the door leading into the house.It was not easy to find. A few weeks later Heather called me on the phone andshe told me she had forced Pete to start writing feminization stories forthe Fictionmania website. She told him to write the stories under thename "Petra" so he would get accustomed to having a sissy identity tobetter understand their feelings and their plight. When he resisted shesaid that if he didn't write under "Petra" he would be forced to writethem and submit them under his real name. He trembled at the thought ofthat and submitted to. I’m going to murder Jeff! As if my body had forgotten all about what happens when it runs at full speed into a non-moving object, Jeff and I collided, this time I knocked him into a table. My fingers formed a fist before my brain even commanded them to do it. I got in one good punch before I was hauled off of him. ‘What? Don’t like your fifteen minutes of fame?’ Jeff asked wiping off some snot from his nose. ‘You son-of-a-bitch! We shared something private and you published it! Fuck you!’. At age 15, Bonnie was a good looking young girl and Skippy decided to make some money by having Bonnie show off nude for his neighborhood friends. Bonnie got a kick out of these infrequent exhibitions and Skippy did share his ‘winnings’ with her which she found almost as exciting as posing for the guys.During the years that followed, Bonnie had taken to coming into Skippy’s bedroom late at night complaining that she was cold. He would always welcome her under the covers with him but would make.