He whispered in my ear:“Nice to see you again, bitch… I enjoyed your tight ass so much…”Before I could answer or spit on his stupid smiling fa...e, another handsome blond and huge guy approached us and hissed quietly:“Oh, great!... you found the bitch for me…”My first attacker let go his grip from my arm and the second man then grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the main room.I tried to protest, but he just told me to stay quiet or the whole situation would turn even worse.He dragged me. I found the men?s room, took a glance at myself as I passed the mirror, (Shudder) and walked to the urinal. I pulled up the slit of the dress, and pulled down the waist of the tights, whipped out my tool, and did my business.I studied how strange I looked in the mirror, as I washed my hands. It wasn?t ME at ALL in the mirror. It was really a strange feeling.In the hall, the door of the men?s room had no sooner closed behind me when . . .The ladies? room door nearly swung out in front of me,. He was a certified genius and a real idiot savant without the idiot when it came to electronics. If something pushed, pulled or even glanced at an electron he could get it to sit up and beg for him. He had the kind of mind that should have been under lock and key somewhere about two-hundred meters under MIT during the war if they could have gotten anything out of him, but they couldn't. I know for a fact the military forced him to take tests for the intelligence/research section and he. 2 feets.Now coming to my story,in my college most of my friends used to chat about their sexual lives…And to my shock…Most of my friends had sexual relationships with their moms.One day my best friend sudhir,who had a sexual relationship with her mom for 3 years asked me of my sexual life with my mom ,I replied with a no and told,’nahi yaar mera aisa nahi case hai’. Soon I became a topic of laughter in my friend circle…They used to call me mommy’s little boy.But somehow sudhir understood me one.