The shorts hugged hiscrotch tightly, accentuating the generous male anatomy, but as it shrank,it seemed to push it in, making it smaller, and smaller,...and smallerstill, until it vanished completely, replacing it with the femalegenitalia. The lycra shorts stopped shrinking, showing off long gracefulllegs, tight gluts and a small camel toe in the front of the crotch. ButMark Kept running, oblivious, even to the new swing of her wide hips.His Tank top took on the elastic texture as well, as the. . Save the babies..."Others nearby took up the mantra, and soon every student was repeating in unison."Danger. Save the babies. Danger. Save the babies."The ice cream truck careened slowly down the hall, bouncing off lockers and nudging students out of its way. It suddenly gained speed as it entered the lobby and plowed through the glass wall of the main office. Its discordant song faded to static and sparks began flying from the speaker. The yellow blinking light on the roof grew to the size. "You've had your turn,now I'm talking with my sissy." Now crissi, don't you feel better admitting what you want, who yourare?" Mistress continued where we had left off."Yes Mistress." And you understand that sissies need a bit of discipline, don't you?" Yes Mistress," I replied again, wondering where her questioning wasleading."Then you'll understand that sissies must never squirt their sissy goointo their Mistress' panties. In fact, sissies must never cum period,without very specific. She gasped out loud, god it was SO fucking sore! It felt like a knife twisting in her abdomen, waves of pain radiating out through her lower body, even as far as her thighs. She couldn't concentrate on her work, the screen was blurry and it was beginning to give her a headache.She leaned her face into her palms and concentrated on her breathing, relaxing her body until the sharp ache passed. Damn, she should have taken a pain killer, it would have been kicking in by now, she would have been.