” She nodded her head, and the two guys started to beat the shit out of me. She made a few phone calls.“It's your lucky day; I got someone willi...g to settle your debt.” With that, the two guys grabbed me and threw me into the car. We arrived at a warehouse. It was empty; no one was around. I pleaded not to kill me. She laughed, “If it’s too much to handle, I can kill you if you ask nicely.” What the heck did that mean? I heard a few cars pull up.A few old guys wearing suits pulled up,. . with an idea.I called Brian, “Good Morning Mr. O’Sullivan.”“How much?”That made me laugh before I got it together to ask, “What have you done so far regarding my idea of the 50 State Tour next summer?”“To be honest, not very much. You must have had some sort of epiphany?” he asked, knowing me really well.“Instead of finding a stadium of consequence in the actual state capital of each state, what do you think of the idea to let each state have an individual selection process to see which. Then it occurred to me that maybe his jumping up people was a sign of sexual frustration; after all, he was an adolescent dog, and so was likely to be subject to all the same urges and desires as us humans. Perhaps the jumping up was a mis-directed attempt at the normal male dog's urge to mount, and that he just wanted to come? I ran my hand under his belly to his sheath, and gave it a good squeeze. He did not mind me doing this, and responded by extending more of the pink end of his cock, but. I looked in the mirror, the face staringback at me was not mine, or at least it wasn't for the first 22 years of mylife. Now this face is my face and most likely will be forever. This face,the face of a child, the face of a child girl, and the body of a child girl. I was once a young adult, fresh out of university, I was once a boy, I oncehad a girlfriend, and a family and friends, and looking for work, ready tobegin my life in the vast world of work.Now I am a child in primary school once.