As she thought about what her master could have in store for her she noticed her cunt becoming extremely wet. Suddenly she panicked in case her master...thought she had disobeyed him and had played with herself whilst in the shower. She hurried upstairs and using a towel she dabbed her cunt to try to dry it off enough to put more talc on it but the more she dabbed the more her cunt twitched.Finally as she heard the front door open she gave up and hurried back down stairs; stopping as she came. You’re not a Jedi who can use your big stick to deflect bullets,” Yuri said to remind me I’m human.I gave him a weak smile.“As much as I would like to claim that I’m a Jedi, I know I’m not. If he’d gotten off a clean shot, I’d have been in real trouble. I know I was lucky,” I said softly.“How can you not be freaking out?” Roc asked.“Dude, he’s my brother. He might have been scared, but he’d never show it,” Phil said.If I had a hairline, my eyebrows would have disappeared into it. I could tell. Why was I doing this.I wanted to cry in frustration.The elevator doors opened onto the lobby. I stepped out. There was one way I could find Rosemary. One person in this entire hotel who could give me the answers. I marched towards the front desk through the empty lobby, my futa-dick pulsing before me. I reached the polished, marble surface of the counter. A metal push bell, the type you smacked with your palm to make it ring, resting before me.I smacked it.A chime resounded through the air. My. The virus for femboys increased their average IQ to 200, with some reaching even 300. This caused the femboys to strike back at their domineering futa overlords with futuristic devices giving them an insurmountable advantage--battle-suits that increased their strength and speed 3-fold, high-tech communications devices, nearly impenetrable armored vehicles, space-age surveillance and orbital strike devices, eventually, the femboys came out on top, and turned the tables.The year is now 2087, 40.