.. uh... I... Good morning, Master", I managed to stammer. I tried not to look at His eyes, so filled with anger. "Give me your hand... NOW", He deman...ed. I tried to casually wipe my fingers on the sheets as I withdrew my hand. His tongue flicked across my fingers; in a move that any other time would have felt erotic. His hand in my hair tightened and He growled low in His throat again. "Get up, slut" He barked at me, and I tried to scramble out of bed, with His hand wound in the long tangled. All I understand is that your stupidmedicine made me a girl and now I feel like a freak! I hate you!" The best is that no one ever sees your body, and then you can be a boy."I got mad at him and told him to leave and I never wanted to see himagain. He left and I laid there looking at the ceiling. It was his faultas he had the potion where I could see it. He could have helped me pickthe right drink. I felt a few tears come to my face and before I knew it,I was crying!The next morning, I woke up. But something had to be done, had to be tried before things were too far gone. She had to make him see that, and then maybe he would give her developing plan a chance. She vowed to bring it up to him the very next morning at breakfast, before she lost her nerve. With that resolution she had finally been able to drift off for a few moments of precious sleep.******** The next morning Ryan seemed unusually solicitous and chatty. He seemed to her to want to talk about everything and. She lingered for the last drop and then fell back on the bed next to me. I stared at the ceiling. She stuffed her face down into the pillow and my shoulder. "That's… what I wanted." And she seemed to go to sleep. I dozed a bit in post orgasmic bliss. The bed felt like it was vibrating, shaking somehow. Becca was on her back next to me, the light from the window spilling across her bare chest and her large pointed breasts splayed out in both directions. Her arm shot straight down to her.