Slotting my head at her pucker, I started to bear down, easing my way into her tightest hole.“Hold on, there, cowboy! Let me get you started, and th...n you can have my way with me!” Her halfway grin convinced me to hold still, as she worked herself up to this unaccustomed pleasure. I realized that if she was relaxed with things, we both would have a good chance at a good time. That might set the stage for a repeat encounter, at some later date. Perhaps, not all that much later!She panted, and. "W-what did you-," he tried again, but could onlymuster that high tone, sounding distinctly feminine. "Don't youremember, Jenny? I promised I would make you pretty, didn't I?" M-my name is John," he spoke, cringing as Carmen approached, themenacing woman smiling sadistically. "Not anymore it isn't. Take a goodlook at yourself..." she instructed, grabbing his shoulder and guidedhim forcibly into Vanessa's room, switching on the light as she pushedhim towards the mirror. John couldn't believe. The man held alarge syringe filled with clear fluid. He injected it into my abdomen,just above my bandage. The pain was overwhelming. My guts felt as if theywhere moving! My crotch seemed to be on fire. The pain passed and Ilooked at my body. I had breasts! I had a vulva! I cried!The man then hammered my fate home by giving me a vaginal exam. "She'sfinished. And in perfect condition," he said.He left the room and the woman sat near the bed. She stated, "You'relucky, Tim liked you, and wants to. It was small but it met my needs. The pool hadn’t been filled in years and the driveway needed repairs. But at least there was still a laundry room that was open in one of the uninhabited buildings a couple away from mine.One night I couldn’t help but notice that I had been neglecting my laundry. I had run out of clean socks, bras, panties and other necessities to get me through the work week so I gathered all the clothes that were lying around and stuffed them into my laundry basket..