"How am I supposed to walk?" you asked."Sway your hips, honey," she said. "And make sure to shake your butt a little bit." Shake my butt?" you asked. ...That's ridiculous." Stop arguing with me young lady," she said. "Now shake your butt or else."You started shaking your butt as you walked, and it seemed to be attracting a bit of attention."People are looking at me, mom," you said."You're an attractive girl, so guys are going to look at you," she said. "Be thankful for the attention."You started. His bra dug into hisshoulders and he pulled it out and massaged the affected area. Ithad been two months since he had been placed into his mother's bodyby the shift and he still hated being her. He found some solace inthe many chat rooms where people of all ages and different bodytypes could communicate about their new bodies. Sometimes the otherpeople chatted about how to learn to adapt to their new bodies, andsometimes they just blew off steam about how hard it was to besomeone else every. A straight boy. I think. To be honest I get called 'gay' so much at school sometimes I wonder...Rebecca interrupted my self-psychoanalysis "So every day at school this week, you will walk with Catherine to her house for lunch. Then you can show her your panties before going back to class. She's fully aware of all this and she agreed to help us. You don't have to be shy with her. It might even be fun! And best of all, I know you can't cheat on me since your dick is locked up haha." She coaxed me. Having his prey unable to speak would be boring. Still, he refused to give way. “You really do hate the idea of living only as my entertainment, don’t you?” He asked. A corner of his mouth quirked, amused. “Still, you’re my prey. I’m not going to let you dictate how you are going to die. That takes away the whole enjoyment of killing you. Hmm.” He broke off, thinking, idily tapping his talons against his bloody mouth.“So, what are you going to do?” Hiryu asked, after a minute or two. He wanted.