Once your hair is done, you leave the room. Your brain is flexible, which is why you’ve been given this assignment, but it is still a strange feelin... to be a about thirty centimeters shorter than you used to be. You try an experimental punch and frown at how weak it feels. The girl had practically no arm strength. Your tits threw off your balance somewhat as well. The girl also had long fingernails, which might make wielding a weapon awkward. You had had the last two nails on each finger. George was so engrossed in his fantasy that he was shocked to feel a hand on his knee. Looking up, he saw Telsa standing in front of him. She crooked her finger at him, opened the screen door of his house, and stepped inside. As if she had a spell on him, George stood up, grabbed his cane and followed her through the house to the back porch, his semi-erection flopping against his thigh."I've seen you sitting in the shadows staring at me and my roommates. I figure you masturbate back here. But this is real life, folks. And I was standing across from a guy used to taking on 250 pound linemen every Saturday."Really?" is all he said after I landed a punch on his cheek. One of the girls began to cry. It was then that I went to my happy place. While he pummeled me mercilessly, pinning me down with his weight and just punching me over and over, I pretended I wasn't there. For some reason, I thought I'd do something they did during a recent viewing of the movie "Fight Club" (again,. She squirms around, groggy and barely able to move, not sure what's happening, rolling onto her back as the net meets the table. She lays on the table, the netting lowering down further, going slack all around me, my head and arms poking through holes. I reach out and grab hold of the girl through the loose tangle of rope draped around us. She weakly fights at me, but all her strength is gone. I pry her legs apart with ease, slapping my throbbing meat down menacingly onto her teen cunt, letting.