From the treasury of the very government you swore to protect."No ... opening that drawer and attempting to draw that pistol will give you a rather ne...t hole in your forehead." E'veen drew her silenced High Standard 22 Short Only and shot the Sergeant in the muscular bicep of his right arm. He dropped the .45 in the drawer."Fuck, lady." Smarts, doesn't it. You have a three choices. I can finish you off ... I can turn my information over to my superiors ... or you can accompany me to the armory. I’m shy and embarrassed, standing there in front of him in my panties. Lacing my fingers behind my back, I look down at the ground. He’s sitting on the bed, and he opens his legs wide. Pulling me to him, I’m alarmed to see my pussy in line with his eyes, his mouth, his face. “Come sit,” he says, as he scoops me back into his lap. My head leans back onto his arm, as he uses the other hand to stroke my pussy. I feel the wetness coming. The excitement feels like a pinch straight from my pussy to. It was difficult to get a clear view, but he could see enough. His head span as his worst fears were confirmed. As he staggered upright he stepped on the mirror and it cracked. Robert didn't care, he already had far more than just seven years bad luck. He was stuck with this body for life, and it wasn't the body of a stallion. From his waist down he was completely female. He was a mare! Robert collapsed on the bed. His great gamble had backfired totally. He was stuck in this form and what. “That reminds me,” I said, “June just called.”“So late? It’s already after five in New York.”“She works in all time zones and no one takes calls before ten, no matter where they are. Honey ... I’m not being renewed at the Festival.”“What? Are they crazy? You’ve got the lead in the Moliere and in The Winter’s Tale. Are they just kicking you out the door in the middle of a run?”“No. June says I’ll go on a show by show paycheck until they close unless I quit them. She wanted to know what I wanted.