Making our way through a large wooden door, we entered a dimly lit room. As my eyes adjusted to the light, in the corner sat a red leather covered ben...h. I recognized it from pictures I had seen in BDSM websites on Andrews lap top. Justin appeared and ordered me to kneel on the bench, again I obeyed without question, placing my legs carefully on the individual leg supports allowing Justin to quickly secure the leather straps, spreading my legs wide. Jaman grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me. Even my workclothes had shifted to women's pants and blouses. Also in contrast toher, my lingerie aimed to highlight my narrow waist, bigger hips, andwith large forms, a big bust. At home, I always wore heels and carriedmyself in a feminine manner. As my clothes became exclusively female, sheencouraged or more accurately insisted I shave myself, with only a narrowstrip of hair about my little Simon, as she called my penis. Otherchanges seemed logical as my outfits were entirely feminine; a. No one wants a fifteen-year-old kid. Damn, my foster parents would’ve had no clue I was a girl if that damn nosey assed doctor hadn’t told them. I’ve dealt with my period when I got it, and they never even knew. Fuckers went and told the school, which got me yanked off the baseball and basketball teams. I was their star player. My foster parents took away all my clothes and tried to make me wear a bra, panties, and a dress. You can’t blame me for getting the hell out of there. Playing sports. I laughed loudly and said “you bitch despite teaching you politeness you still have not learnt the lesson.now you will actually know what you have to pay”.I asked her to check phone after 5 minutes and give me a call only if she needs to. I send her the video clip in which she is totally nude and passed through MMS. As expected my phone buzzed. It was rubiya mam and she was crying. She pleaded me and said she was very sorry about what she said earlier. I replied that she had to pay a price for.