I used to be a boy. You knew that,after all. Something did this to me." I'm not going to argue about it. You were transformed by some...unidentifie... agency. And now you want to be transformed back, don't you?"Steve nodded. "Well, I have just the thing for you."The Old Man reached under the counter and brought out a rod made of somematerial that seemed to shimmer and glow in the darkness of the shop. Itwas about six and a half inches long and looked embarrassingly like a...well, like a. .. I guess I'm a bit scared."Tommi nodded. "So was I when I came here. But I got over it and fitright in. You won't have any problems." I suppose," Sara said in a voice devoid of enthusiasm. "But you were a_boy_ when you came here! It's not the same!" Look, why don't you take the car over to Johnson so you can unpack.I'm late, so I can't help right now, but I'll be over as soon as I canto help with the heavy stuff." Late?" Sara asked, confused.Tommi nodded. She glanced around, then. Heh. My very own little slut." He pressed closer, so their bodies were only inches apart."Unzip my pants, Renee."Her hands, treacherous things that they were, complied."Here." He grinned and guided her hand into the gap, against the bulge in his underwear.She must have winced, or frowned- something, because the next thing she knew, he had shoved her hand away. He gripped both wrists in one fist and slammed them above her head.Helpless."You fucking bitch," he murmured. "You're mine. You're not. The next morning back in the office I find my new instructions in my email. “You have sparked his interest he will be after you now no doubt. I want you to let him see you watching the video I sent you and rubbing your cock through your pants but if he tries anything tell him your Mistress says you cannot play with him today but if he’s lucky maybe your Mistress will let you sometime. Then go to the bathroom and rub out a big hot load for me. He will ask you if you want a massage. Accept and.