“So you like it when a guy mistreats you, calls you a slut and a whore, and degrades you?” I asked.“Yes. Not only do I like it, but I also need ...t. It’s the only way I can get aroused and get turned on. I can’t understand the concept of "making love” like you see in the movies. That has never happened to me. It would be like you trying to understand what it feels like to be a woman and have a man inside you. You have no frame of reference,“ she said."Well, Maggie, believe it or not, what you. A black man. In it he told me how she had been set up and now loved black cock. Here's part of that letter. And no, I don't have pics, but he told me enough about her that I believe it. She has a mark or two on her that he identified.He told me this. Said that he ran into her at a college football game and for a few weeks kept talking and sitting with her. Then after one game gave her his business card and told her to call him if she ever needed any work. Which she did call him. He had her to. Between that and the no dating mandate, I was perfectly happy to just be best of friends. Katie, on the other hand, wasn’t getting anything, poor girl. Most of her friends had boyfriends or at least the occasional date, but nothing for poor Katie. Seems most guys fell victim to the same mindset, no dating meant no anything, so they moved on. Then one evening, at one of our parties, Katie started drinking. Beer. I didn’t know she drank beer, and honestly that may very well have been her first.. But it was too stupid and cute and obvious tobe true - by playing a game on the "testing grounds" table, and losing,Grant had been transformed into a woman.He calmed down, took another hit off our joint, and packed up theScrabble game."I'm going to have to hike back in my socks," she said. "My shoes arejust way too big now."She ended up cinching her belt tight and cuffing and rolling her pantlegs."Okay, I think I can walk now." You want to go home like this?" What choice do I have? At least I.