She had wavy coppery-red hair that swept down to the middle of her back framing a beautiful heart-shaped face. She had clear green eyes, a slightly up...urned nose, and a misting of freckles on her light skin. She was wearing designer jeans that looked like they had been painted on, a crisp white blouse that was tented out quite nicely, and two-inch black heels. She came up to me and said in a husky contralto, “Hi, Grim, long time no see”I stared at her for a moment, my mouth moving but no words. I knew it was true but I just couldn’t reconcile with myself that I was one of those lecherous old men that used to be condemned in the states.Kathy’s story went further back. She explained that she first found herself attracted to children when she was babysitting in high school.“I was only 18 myself but I was watching young children. I would have to make sure they bathed and got into their pajamas. I found myself really aroused after putting them to bed. Often I’d have to masturbate to. (Came to find out later, he's married or something along the lines) He leaned in and kissed me again, a bit rougher this time, pressing my lips apart as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I savored the taste of his tongue and moved mine around with his. I fixed my shirt and then we returned to our work, occasionally exchanging looks when we'd pass each other. It continued on like this for the next couple of hours. I'd occasionally check for when he'd be coming, and then I'd purposely bend. This man that had taken my virginity and ultimately my life now held me captive and that was not something I could endure.I worked on the ropes, combining my supleness and sleder wrists and hands with the enormous strenth that came with my new form. I gradually got myself free and dr****g a sheet around walked across the cold hard floor to the door. It wasn't locked and that was a big mistake. Quietly opening the door I crept out into the passage way and explored my surrondngs, gently opening.