She stood on her helpless back and looked down at her new ?rug?. She laughed as she commented, ?Oops, I stepped in shit, I need to wipe my boots off?... She then proceeded to grind the boot spikes further into the tortured flesh. ?What do you say, worm?? ?Thank you Mistress for this privilege of you touching your unworthy slave with your beautiful boots!? the slave managed through her screams. The Mistress imperiously presented her boot soles to be licked clean by the girl. The slave. Eventually, a girl in her mid-twenties turned the corner. My, er,unorthodox appearance had clearly caught her eye, but she soldiered on.She had the Dunkin' uniform on, and looked like she went to the localcollege. A little tired from a joe job, but perky enough, it felt."Can I, um help you?" she asked. Clearly had decided to pretend that Ididn't look unusual.I had my story ready - I certainly wasn't going to admit that this was allmy idea! "Yeah, I lost a bet with my little sister, so she's. “Travon’s wife,” she hissed.“Get back in the room, Minx.”The white boy slithered away.“You probably don’t wanna go back there!”“Fuck you,” she snapped and went down the hall.There was only a curtain hanging where the door should have been. She pushed it aside and saw her 6’2”, sturdy-built, swarthy caramel-skinned man on top of a white woman. She stood speechless.Travon was midstroke and had not realized they were being watched. “Take dis dick, bitch,” he ordered.“Damn, nigga! Fuck this faggot. When I awoke, my cock wasgone. They took the liberty of also stimulating my hair growth, i wasbecoming a long haired brunette. I looked in the mirror an was undoubtedlywoman, they even shaved and probably electrolyzed my chest and facialhair. Waking up a different sex was certainly traumatic. "Craig, how was the surgery?" My boss was there to greet me as I woke up. "Great," I said, trying to sound feminine. I wanted him to know i was upfor the job.My boss lifted my sheet to take a look at my.