I was wondering about what will happen next. Suddenly prison door opened and two guards dragged me outside towards a fat man sitting on a chair and st...pped back He the fat man stood and barely skimmed my body. I screamed and shivered in pain and tried to remove is hand from my tit flesh he enraged on my stepping back and pulled my body towards him by painfully pulling my tit with his hard hands as I was new to this treatment and pain I cried with tears flooding from my eyes. This made him. It was different but she said she still enjoyed the “adventure” nonetheless. I asked her if she would ever do something like that again. “I think so. Indians can be romantic,” she told me. “Much like you were Hosta.” She then kissed me and then we traveled on. We found a spot in which to settle for the night and snuggled there. Our hands found there way into one another’s clothing and we each found that fun and entertaining. I found she loved being fingered, a lot in fact, and she found her way. As I thought, ‘Shit! I just bought these pantyhose last week.’ I realized my brain was not able to comprehend what was happening to me. And my legs were twitching from the pain the cell phone caused when I squeezed my legs together against it. No, wait! My thighs were twitching all right, but not with pain. I realized with intense shame that I desperately wanted to rub them together. When I get out of this mess, I’ll slip into the bathroom in the teacher’s lounge and… ummm… back and forth. I was stuck as a woman. But a trip out to the mountains, where I visited a neohippie commune, ended up leading to a rather traumatic event ... an event that helped get me 'unstuck,' so to speak. (The medical term for being stuck in one form is 'morphlock.' Dr. Stein, the very man who is the 'S' in SCABS, one evening amusedly commented to all of us in the bar that medical dictionaries had practically tripled in weight after the advent of the Martian Flu, thanks to all the new medical terms and.