But she understood my motive and slipped her arms into its sleeves to let me slip my hands inside her dress to touch bare flesh. The flimsy strapless ...ress was easily pushed aside and she wasn't wearing a bra. A ring on her finger suggested that the nature of the dispute was marital. She pretended to be disinterested in my use of her body as she kept talking about her husband's treachery but her nipples stiff like bullets and the change in her breathing as my fingers touched them betrayed her. I went closer to her, feeling her pain around my neck as she struggled tospeak, "Curse you, monster!" as the collar made her unconscious, and theteachers ran to us, as she fell and rolled over.She didn't come to school the next day, and all the other girls acceptedme in class.Next year, I remember starting class, my breasts were coming in, and Icould and did wear a bra from now on. All the boys in class were nowgirls like me. No one could tell us apart from the real, sorry cis-girls,except in. Don’t be nervous. I’ll help you. It’s mostly just slinging beers anyway.”His confidence in me surprised me. The last thing I needed after doing cocaine the previous night was more anxiety and sexual ribbing. Kat’s absence helped and so did the constant work of being behind the bar.The night passed quickly. Learning the bar and steady service had made time fly. I had survived and was proud of myself. My confidence was beaming.I cleaned up the bar exactly how Jimmy had shown me and said. You’re getting me all excited.’ She mocked his fury and his pleasure by flexing and straining against her bounds. It roared lifting her by the barbs, threatening to tear her apart, ‘Does that hurt nice, my little girl? You like the feeling of your flesh stretched, do you quiver when lifted by your soft parts? Well my beautiful and charming lady, you are going to love this!’ It smiled to her, drawing a small bottle from the inner layers of its leather armor. It gripped her face with demonic.