Wilson's mind. This young girl was only fifteen years old, but was so sexy. He also felt a great amount of sympathy for her; a beautiful, smart, charm...ng girl like her did not deserve to be treated so horribly. His respect and admiration for her also grew as he thought about how many times she had shown up to class with messy hair and smudged make-up, sometimes even with bruises along her upper arms; he had never thought much about it, but now he discovered that she was being abused by her. . . just a couple patrons and a whiskey.’ I waved to the bartender pulling out a small roll of cash and asked for two more patrons and two more whiskeys. I laid the cash down quickly before he could protest. ‘you don’t have to do that I can.. . ‘ I put a hand on his thigh stopping him, I smiled and said ‘please, let me get these, my treat. I’m Vincent by the way, your Jay right?’ ‘yes I’m Jay, nice. . . . nice to meet you’ he said as he avoided eye contact looking around checking his. My head was smaller, rounder, and bald.Everything about my face was completely different. My nose was smaller.My lips were bigger. My eye color changed. The list went on. My armswere toothpicks and my hands were tiny. Moving downward, My frame wasthinner than before. I had tiny prepubescent breasts. Continuingdownward, the obvious expected change was that instead of a penis, Ihad a hairless slit between my legs. My legs were long for my size andvery slender."Night night," the doctor said.I felt. All it took was a few more suggestions of him wanting to see a picture of my cock for him to jerk off to. Next thing I knew I was sending pictures of my dick, raging boner, and then followed with videos of me jerking myself off. The next morning I was scared and wondering: “Am I bi? Will he tell anyone?” This went on for a few more months. I would get drunk and send him pictures and he would send me the aftermath of my pictures, him with cum all over him. Every morning after I would swear I.