I could only imagine the terror that the little guy was feeling. I opened the door a little and called his name again, trying to sound friendly. My vo...ce was still identifiable as a boy’s, not having finished its deepening process yet, which was a good thing just then. I opened the door the rest of the way and looked around the room. He didn’t appear to be there until I noticed the wardrobe door slightly open.“Charlie, my name’s Finn. I’m here to help. Can I open the wardrobe door?”There was a. A quick check in the mirror confirmed that the provided clothes did not quite fit. Black pants and a black, leather vest chased in scarlet thread clung to his body like a second skin. He wondered if that had been a deliberate choice by his demonic hostess.“Nice look, Captain Tightpants,” he told his unhappy reflection.Last but not least, he slid his only remaining weapon back into his boot. A dagger blade snapped in half with the hilt and handle removed would not have been his preferred choice. Then me unko bolo ki jo me kahunga vo apko karna padega vo maan gaie. And then mene unke mu se kapda hathaya and then unko task diya ki vo mere lund ko cuse. Une bola ki mere dono hath to tumne band diya me kese karu mene kaha I don’t know but apko karna he.Fir meri thodi help se unhone mere pant kholi and then underwear niche ki teeths se and then vo mere lund ko suck karne lagi. Gajab feeling thi vo, use achi feel mene aj tak nahi li thi. Then mene uske baal pakde and jor jor se apne lund ko. "And just what entitles you to be pissed with me?" "I ... ah, err ..." he stuttered as a look of confusion spread across his face. "Why, because I ca ... care about what happens to you, that's what," he responded defensively. "Here. Give me your hand. Let me help you up." He reached out to me, but I refused to take his hand. It hurt a bit to start out this way. My heart wanted me to throw my arms around him and hug him hard, but what was left of my male pride was standing between my now female.