I couldn't fight him."That's right, give up you fucking slut."Both my hands were trapped in one of his as he reached down with his free hand to the ou...side of my thigh, just under my ass. Bringing my awareness down there aswell. I could feel his erection through his jeans where it pressed against my lower belly.I jerked and tried to twist away as the tips of his fingers brushed roughly against the sensitive lips of my pussy and he shoved one finger, hard and deep, into my ass. I struggled. Martha had beendelayed by an accident on the access road, and when she entered therestaurant Albert was already seated, a pint glass of ale before him.He rose to greet her. "Nice to see you again, Martha. I hope you didn'tmind my not waiting for you." He rose to help her with her coat andheld the chair as she sat down."No, not at all, Albert." She felt slightly smug at seeing theappreciation in his eyes. She was glad she had dressed smartly. "SorryI'm late, Albert. Traffic problems. It's nice. Small, just big enough to fill his hand, but bigger than some girls in his class, he thought. His chest had also reshaped, slimming into a more narrow waist. He could tell that his hips were also affected, bones more pronounced than before, protruding through the skin. He looked like a girl.“Nooooo,” he moaned. “This isn’t possible. How can this be possible? I’m not a girl!”The strangest part, what he found most distressing to deal with, was the missing objects between his thighs. He’d been. Then he turned sideways in his bench and held the folder so that no one else could see into it. As he looked, his color flushed and his breathing got more rapid. Justin is unrepentantly gay, and these were pictures of naked, bound men, showing the signs of a recent beating. I suspected he would need to visit the men’s room before we left. At this point the waitress returned with his cinnamon roll. Justin closed the folder and thanked her. She looked at him oddly, then shrugged and left without.