The son of a bitch tricked me. I was a woman. Impossible? You don't really believe that, do you? I didn't think so. So anyway, as I yelled and sc...eamed at the devil, he just laughed. Then he raped me. Trust me - you do _not_ want to have him rape you. Not on my list of favorite activities, let me tell you. He kept laughing - he'd fulfilled his end of the deal. I _was_ irresistible - to any man who saw me.Then I heard my partner, Tom, coming up the trail. I felt my body changing, and. God, she well remembered her first visit, Daddy had sought out a female physician feeling that Megan would be more comfortable, not that it had made much difference, Meg had been scared.The doctor had explained to Liam that a full examination including a pelvic examination would be needed; with the familial history of cancer and the bowel problems Megan was prone to, it was more than just a precaution. He insisted on being present when it was done; he almost wished he hadn’t.First the doctor. “Yeah,” she said. “You went down pretty hard.”“Yeah,” I agreed. Now her sheer yoga pants were fading. Beneath them was a small revealing thong. As I admired it, I realized that my bag had fallen a few feet away. At any second the jogger would notice my immense boner. “I’m fine,” I reassured her. “Really, I’m alright. Don’t worry. You can keep jogging.”The jogger ignored me, and kept approaching until she was leaning over me, completely naked, with her gorgeous breasts in my face.“Are you sure?”. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was.