He ordered me to take off my tight blue skirt.I begged him not to fuck my pussy; I was ovulating on those days.But he did not want to hear my pleas; H... just wanted to fuck me.The bastard finally grabbed my skirt and ripped it off from my body. He smiled at the sight of my tiny white cotton thong; it barely covered my shaven labia. He pushed me back on the couch.The man smiled again, seeing my thong was already damp. He told me I was a slutty wet cunt. Then he slid between my thighs and parted. I would explain to them that I did not want them beingtaken advantage of and they should not sleep around but wait until theygot married. I told them I did not want them making the same mistakes asother girls and they needed to learn that a woman's place was in thekitchen not down the pub.Anyway on a Saturday morning, the girls would go out shopping. They'd beout for the whole morning. As this became a pattern so another patternemerged which I guess I started when I brought home my girlfriend. That was quickly answered by Angel's moans. His vampire costume was beginning to remold. It seemed to be reformatting to his body that was changing rapidly. He grew batwings from his back. His hair turned a deep red. His chest grew into two full breasts. His skin turned a rich golden color. His nails grew incredibly long. It was hard to even think of Angel as a he anymore. She was much more appropriate. The last changes occurred as her womanhood replaced his manhood and cute little fangs. "I understand, it's ok," I said uneasy of his meandering gaze."I just need to take a shower. Do you mind if I use the on suit, all my stuff is in their?"he said with eyes now pointed at the floor as he tried to avoid any more inappropriate looks."Ya sure,"I said as I began to make my way out of the room.I watched a late night talk show as I waited for him to be down in the shower. When the show ended I began to wonder what he could be doing in the shower for the hour. My thoughts immediately.