I couldn't get it out of my head though.At first, I thought yeah that would have been cool, being able to be bigand strong and basically play any spor... I wanted. Then I thought that forthat to happen I would have to also swap my mutated gene problem and allthat entailed. The years of wasting away, the puking until my throatbled... I realized that I wouldn't ever trade this with anyone... Iwouldn't even swap with Clint with him being the asshole he is, I'd neverwish this on anyone else. I then. ....I understand why she left me and we are still friends and from time to time she needs that big cock and she needs that humiliation because that's what these traumatized **** vitims do...they search for the same type of person..but I was not abusive to her ...There was always that good person in me wo became eventually the hottest toilet transsexual of the dirty Netherlands and also sdearch men to dominate and destroy me...(Yet I like it , every bit...)Now she is whit a Italian friend were. "You send me home. Alone. Abandoned." "That's right," she snarled. She watched my face for... weakness? "You want me to teach you, don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. The words spilled from me unhindered by my fear, relieved at the opportunity to express the desire swelling in my chest. "Oh, yes, please Dana, please," I nearly begged. "I want to know, I... I need to know." "Have you enjoyed what I've taught you so far?" I only paused a second. "Yes," I answered quietly, watching her. Including the fact that I saved a little old lady's house from a tree that threatened to fall on it, we even told of how Pat had tried to take Des back with him and that it had made Des cry. He of course continued to try to apologize until she hit him in the arm to make him stop. Then we told of the plans we had for the cave and I showed Tono the cold alcove. He love the idea so much that he offered to finish our private alcove for us so that I could finish the other one. I hated to admit but.