She shifted her small frame, obviously nervous. “I didn’t do so well on it, as you know, and I was wondering if there was any sort of extra credit...available.” His eyes lit up. He didn’t know what she was offering, but he was definitely listening. His cock stiffened thinking of her “working out” the extra credit. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, hoping. She smiled coyly. She was shy… new at this. She probably had never gotten an F before, and was looking for any way out of a failure. She. One, a plump, small man dressed in pompous yellow armour, stamped his foot. He carried jewel encrusted swords so large that, if real, it was unlikely the little man could lift them. ‘Intolerable! That bastard Hamaro dares to defy us? Gather the Coursairs, run them down!’ he bellowed. Another, tall man in sea-green robes, who’s every feature could be described as long, lifted a bony finger, and all fell silent. ‘Let them go,’ he said, his voice deep and rich. ‘The Hamaro clan horses are the. ..?" Marcus started, then stopped when he heard his own voice. And more than that, he realized that he felt different. VERY different. Already knowing what he'd find, Marcus glanced down, only to see Angel's rather generous breasts pushing out from his chest. "Man," he whispered to himself in shock, "this is extreme." "This is not good." Marcus heard his own voice say. He looked at himself, or Angel who he realized was in his body. She looked back at him, which made Marcus feel extremely odd. I am in good shape and live as a “normal” man. I might be a little “athletic” for a really beautiful and slender woman, but I make up for any issues with looks by using a kinky attitude. Since I don’t really think you care about my male looks I’ll describe myself as the whore who is Rebecca. I am just under six feet with heels. I have a perfectly curved ass that is very firm- a bi-product of bicycle riding and an active lifestyle. I am not super slim, but far from fat. I have naturally.