Even though she could now see their faces, she didn’t recognise them, and couldn’t remember them.Whenever the door to her room opened, she simply ...aited to see what abuse she would get. There was nothing sacrosanct about her body now. Her pussy, her mouth, and even her arse, were all being abused regularly, but none of that seemed to matter. As long as they gave her whatever was in the needle, she would do whatever they wanted.The drug had been perfected in Colombia, and had a trace of morphine. For the spring semester I had straight "A+'s, and that is why I'm getting ready for the honors banquet. Last month Sherry broke down and told me that she had been putting a small dose of hormones in my breakfast every day. I tried to get mad at her, but I was now comfortable as Samantha. And had every guy's dream. Well almost. Lots of beautiful girls trying to get into my skirts. Or at least borrow them. So, soon as Mom finishes my hair I'm joining up with Robert, who is my date and escort. And it workedbased on the reviews I've seen.I also posted my first true story a few days ago which is called 'APerfect Solution', another which hasn't done so well it appears, perhapsbecause it was catagorized as a 'Non-TG' story with a storyline thatdidn't appeal to many. I really don't care about how well it has beenreceived because I get satisfaction from what I write that makes mehappy. And this true story made me very happy as the events portrayed init played out a few months ago. Perhaps. Now, the changing room is over there (I pointed). Take everything off and dress in your new outfit. Call me when you are done.” I playfully pitched her cute butt as she giggled and scurried off to change.My phone vibrated with a text from Liam. “Sales team in-town. We are going to happy hour and dinner. Sorry. Won’t be home until late. I love you.” Well, that left my night open…I heard Ronnie call for me and I went to the changing area. I stopped in my tracks when I saw her! Ronnie was standing.