The life in the mundane world fades away, the old name, the old neighbours, the old job, all of those are left behind. Only his dreams, his ambitions ...nd all those plans on how he wanted to treat his favourite and least favourite characters stay with him. How would he react to the memories he inherited from his new physical form? How will he deal wi-“Hahaha, yes! Yes! Hahaha”, it burst from his lips. Seems like the transition between worlds is not that difficult to cope with if you never felt. Before." Irene blubbered as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks."Does it matter to you, Irene," I asked in a soft voice for, as I thought about how she'd fucked me, I decided that I was definitely not the first inside that hairy, juicy twat. "And I don't see any blood," I added although I knew that the absence of a cherry wasn't conclusive evidence of non-virginity."Hanh... but you are... you're the first... hanh... and it does matter... hanh... Joe... Hanh... It matters a lot," my secretary. By the end of the day my desires were at their peak and I rushed to the private catholic school where Monica was a senior. I found her sitting on the steps out front waiting for my arrival, dressed in her school uniform, consisting of a blue plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee high socks with black shoes.The sight of her made me feel the guilt that had attacked me early that morning, but the innocent sexiness of her school uniform quickly changed my feelings to lustful desire. As she saw me. I sat her down on the bed and undressed her all the while telling her how sexy she looked and how I was going to see to it that her brains were fucked out. When she was naked I pushed her back on the bed and reached under the pillow for what I had put there earlier in the day when I had rented the room. While Jillian looked up at me and giggled I put Velcro straps around her wrists and then attached them to the eyebolts that I had installed earlier. When I pulled them tight Jillian stopped.