As I stood up and flushed, the girls gathered round."If it's her time-of-the-month, we owe it to her to show her a betteroption than towels!" yelled a...big dark-haired girl I recognised from thewomen's rugby team.I was herded back into the cubicle as they went over to a vending machineon the wall. They returned triumphantly holding a tampon. I struggled toget free but there was no way I could get past them all.The biggest of them said, "There's an easy way to do this and a hard way.We ARE going. The guy in her slutmouth thrusted so hard that you could see his hard one deep in her neck. Her white top went totally sheer through the gag. So her perky tits were clearly visible now. Her huge nipples on her small cleavage pressed through the sheer cotton. Another guy came to her and grabbed her ass while she was still giving a blow job to that young guy standing on top of the pot over her. He dived his hard really fat 3 inch wide dick bare in her tight slit and gave her a rough fuck in her. Yes, of course you can visit the ladies’ room. Before you do, though, I want you to go find Bradley and ask him to bring me the check—oh, and ask him for your panties. Be sure to ask nicely. Say, ‘Please, Sir, may I have my panties back?’ You can put them on in the ladies’ room. Go on, now... Ah, there you are, my dear. Bradley and I were just talking about you. I was just saying that he’s been so helpful tonight—especially to you—that he deserves more than an ordinary tip, don’t you agree?. ****Madame sent me to her physician, who put me through an exhaustiveand searching physical. Afterward, she said she saw no reason why Ishouldn't start on hormones and gave me prescriptions. I was to phoneher if anything unusual happened, and Madame had to drive me to heroffice every week so she could monitor my progress.The hormone business was a sort of letdown, actually. Just pillstwice a day and those weekly visits to the doctor for blood work.Boring. No dramatic changes, no breasts.