God how it hurt inside.Then there was the reality of what was happening to me. I still had very vivid memories of what Master Nick had done to me, how...he'd brought me down to such a level that there was nothing I wouldn't have said or done; and I did do what he wanted, I'd sucked his cock...all the way. Now he was taking me to another room, where I knew I would be spending the night with him. I'm not gay; I never have been. The unknown of what was going to happen filled me with dread.He led me. You're not just dressing up like one."Mom gave me a purse to carry, took me by the hand, and out we went. Iwas only slightly less terrified than when I found out what hadhappened to me, which made mom smile at me. I really didn't haveanything to worry about, before the accident I weighed 135, but thathad dropped to 115 during my stay in the hospital, and at 5'7," tall, Ilooked just right as a girl. My hair, once only moderately long, wasnow well past my shoulders but very stringy. Mom drove. "Thought I'd leave?" she finished my sentence. "There's nothingunderneath these pretty pyjamas that I haven't seen before sweetheart."She grinned at me as she folded the top and placed it on top of thetoilet. Her hands quickly moved the pyjama bottoms that were stillhiding the vital evidence between my legs, although she'd still have toremove the white cotton panties I'd worn from yesterday.She wouldn't go that far would she?I stepped away from her prying hands before she could pull my. Shawn was, I admit, very good looking and when he started chatting me up, I decided I wasn't going to turn down the advances of one of the fittest guys there (yes, I am that shallow). As the evening went on, I (of course) had had a few drinks and was a little bit giddy. I'd been dancing with Shawn most of the night and I'd taken every opportunity to rub myself against him, discovering, not surprisingly, that he was more than mildly interested. Shawn wasn't shy in coming forward either and he.