“That’s... that’s... that’s not Isadora,” Mark stuttered.“That’s the Werewolfie,” Doria said. “I watched it change back into plain l...ttle Isadora a few moments later.”“You’ve lost me again,” Mark said.“The Werewolfie needs sex...” Doria said flatly, “... or more specifically sexual fluids. It doesn’t matter whether it is from a man or a woman as long as it is the result of sexual excitation. So she becomes extremely beautiful to seduce her victims.”“But why did she kill herself?” Mark. So obviously if I wanted to play I had to play what they did. My parents assumed I was supposed to be a girl and legally changed my name to Luna. They threw all my boy stuff out and made me dress as a girl. Luckily I wasn’t old enough to remember much. I was ridiculed by the parents of my friends so much we were forced to move. In our new neighborhood I was introduced as Luna. I took hormones since a young age, my breasts were developed when I was sixteen. I was always very close with my. You my little whore? he asked, leaving red marks.Yes!My whore?Yes!You like to be fucked for money don't you?Yes, baby!Don't call me baby, J said with a slap.I swallowed. I'd forgotten myself. My role. Yessir, I said.Whore!Yessir!I'm gonna shoot my load in you.Yes. Shoot it!You're my little bitch aren't you? My bitch now?I'm your bitch, sir.I fucked little faggots like you in prison. Made them my bitches. Lots of 'em.Prison? I knelt there wondering, as J pounded me with cock and spanking. However, they were scared to confront me and spank me themselves.“You messed up bad, Bridget and broke one of our simple rules!”“We’re not talking about a brief panty flash showing your butt or when you have not pulled down the underwear seam after your excretions have caused the panty to ride up and show some white cheek, Bridget.”“Oh mom” Bridget blows off her mom.“As a cheerleader and representative of this college you were careless in not pulling up your skirt. Instead you chose to continue.