Violet Everdale. The Queen Bee, the head cheerleader, thegirl who was at the top of the school and knew it. Her long fiery redhair framing her beaut...ful face that were punctuated by her startlingdeep, blue eyes and those soft, luscious lips with a body that could onlybe described as almost impossibly sexy. Every guy wanted her, myselfincluded, but she never paid anyone any attention - not even the Statewinning quarterback.She had her gaggle of retainers trailing behind her, ready to. EpilogueAnd Sangeeta and I, basically, lived happily ever after. That's all youneed to know.But if you'd like a little bit more detail then I'm happy to oblige.Life is good for me now; very good; and it just goes to show thatsometimes the hardest and most painful decisions can lead to thegreatest peace long-term.I had thought it would be horrifying to give up my female body andidentity, but it wasn't really, once that decision was made.Of course the thing that made this easiest was the effect. The baron's heir quickly undid his bulging foreflap and let his overheated cock leap forth. He was a well-hung man and one who had much practice in the use of his mighty endowment, taking pride in how many virgins he conquered and how often he roused them to blubbering surrender.He pulled the struggling girl up on his lap, bent to suck one of her pink tits into his mouth and pulled her down his thighs to meet his throbbing manhood, which arched up in his hand, its glans nearly purple, its thick. Which was depressing considering I went to a school nationally ranked for the hottest girls of any university. It was overwhelming. Wherever I walked on campus, I would see the most beautiful young women you could imagine. They were everywhere. Blondes, brunettes, everything. And as greek life was huge at my school, they were all in sororities, so they always wore clothes that showed off their tight bodies and spent every weekend getting blackout drunk and fucked by a new fraternity brother.I.