It seemed to take forever until Brett pushed a second helping of his seeds into my plowed ass. I collapsed. Brett told me to move into my bedroom. I o...ly had a mattress on the floor in there with the computer he had purchased for me. I plopped down on the bed. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. Brett moved on top. His weight was crushing and I found it difficult to breathe. He moved my legs apart, I begged for mercy. Brett gave none. He again found my tired, stretched, sore hole. I wasn't. She smiled.“It’s what I was hoping it would be, and more.”“That’s good to hear. Is there anything specific you want to work on, whether it’s one-on-one or otherwise?”“I guess I could use some one-on-one. Back at school, I remember you talking about my discipline, I think I need to work on that.”“Good answer Stacey. I’m willing to put in some extra time tonight at my place, after dinner. Considering you are missing training because of your injury, we can do some intensive discipline work, if. A *pink* one."I gasped. "But I thought you were going to keep your transformationsecret!"She laughed. "Come off it, John. I may not look as girly as you, buteverybody knew I had gone to Dr. Ripley's as soon as they saw me. Everysince his experiments went public, students can smell if you're a boy ora girl."She paused, looked around if anyone was listening in, and continued."And I like dressing like this. I'm a girl. We've both had a badattitude about this. Being a girl isn't just about. And his mom was out -- well, wherever it was she went. But Kelly was home. Kelly was his sister, the kind of young woman for whom the term "slut" was invented. Hell, Kelly was a slut's slut, Bud thought. Always wearing hooker clothes, her boobs sticking out, her cunt wet from one guy's cock and already looking for the next one. Like now. There she was on the couch, her legs splayed like she was getting it already. Tube top, no bra, her tits bulging out above the elastic, her nip- ples.