The Headmaster starts chuckling and says “That is a valid point. My granddaughter is very set in her ways.”I see her start to bristle and as she s...ys “Somethings have worked for generations. Why change something if it works? It’s not like you’re special. You toy with everyone and enjoy fighting. You’re no different than the next man.” She looks at me with a little spite in her eyes.I tap my Percom and bring up a file before sending it to her. Once done, I place my hand on Cyria’s leg again and. To make it with absolutely no loose skin at all afterward, as was the custom of extreme tightness applied to the deepest religious families back in the Middle East. The Doctor nodded back, answering yes, yes, to the others, in the same language.I remained laid back and relaxed.Slowly it started, my absolute moment of truth. To be modified for life.The Doctor repeated his checks, pulling just slightly one more time, by now my doomed teenage foreskin, through the slot in the clamp. He tugged and. His father, busy serving the Dark Lord, no doubt. And his mother? Perhaps entertaining important guests at the family estate, or playing bridge with well-connected society women.He'd stepped out of the train onto the platform, heading for the stairs out of the station to a place from which he could safely apparate, his father having taught him how the year before. Normally magic had to be concealed from Muggles, but his apparating ability had to be hidden from magical folk as well, for his use. His skin was beautifully soft, almost like a woman’s. I don’t know what cologne he’d used but he smelled divine, like delicate flowers.As he’d said he had his own gym, I was dressed accordingly. I was also wearing a tank-top, but not as tight as his, and tight Lycra shorts. I felt pretty humble seeing his mighty package next to mine. “Wow! You look good!” he said. “You’re in good shape,” he said. “Give us a little bicep flex… Nice! Nice chest, too!” He said, touching it delicately. .