Granted, I was never really planning to actually be in that body, but it wasn't like I was going to picture being some 400-pound behemoth of a woman.W...ll, at least I'm not a hermaphroditic freak now. I grabbed another Stephen King novel off the shelf, but, well, maybe I'm just getting sick of his style after reading another work of his so recently soon. Grabbed a couple magazines from a basket. Unfortunately, they were women's magazines. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not buckling into this. She lay in bed wide awake her inability to sleep as much the result of her trying to find the mistake she had made in the ritual than from the wild storm that seemed to be shaking the foundations of the house. After a few failed attempts to fall asleep she turned her head to look at the clock. She winced in pain as the muscles in her neck were so stiff that just to turn her head was painful. The clock read 13.32hrs. She decided to try and relax as much as she could. The quickest way she. That wouldn’t be fair to them.His sister and the woman helped him drag his ass upstairs to the dining room, where he sat at the right hand of the chair at the head of the table. His sister used the belt he tied around the woman’s hips to keep her from moving, under his armpits and around the chair.There is no slouching to hide asshole.I half expected his father to notice right off, but he was too distracted by the papers he brought to the table with him while waiting for the servants to start. I felt as if the videos knew me better than I knew myself. Maybe I was a sissy, I thought to myself, maybe I was a cock loving faggot. I have to admit I have had the feelings expressed in the videos, but never thought about them in that way. Never had them thrown in my face so blatantly. I was attracted to Kara, but drawn to Darren’s cock. Maybe I was bisexual, somehow the thought never occurred to me. It always seemed that you had to be one or the other. The was no real middle ground, I.