“Ohhh, that feels so wonderful when you touch me that way.” She whispered. “I love it, but we have to be very careful and move slow and keep qui...t so that we aren’t noticed.” We continued teasing each other that way for some time, stopping only when someone would pass our seats or one of us would come close to losing control. Then we would pause for a few minutes until that person once again managed to become master of their body. From time to time, so as not to arouse suspicion, we would sit. My dirty, roughboy hands got softer and larger. My hips felt a little bigger. Everypainful change he did to me made him happy. Over time, I learned the insand outs of my prison. I found in the room full of junk one day, a oldsmall mirror. I would hide it each time in a different place so Durlockwouldn't find it. I would stare at myself in it daily and I could see myface getting girlier. What was this guy up to? He's definitely changingme into a girl. But for what reasons?I noticed one day that. .." Too cool to tell me about it, is that it? Or, maybe 'cause you know what I think about this shit! It's shit, Jason, that's all it is, shit! You wanna see tattoos, you go to New Jersey and look at my brother! He's a fuckin' freak, but oh, he think's he's so cool, with all that ink shit all over his body! That's what you want, to look like a fuckin' gang-banger?"Everyone in the studio was looking at them, wondering how Jason was going to respond. He was horribly embarrassed, but had nothing. Nothing? I was kneeling down on the floor in front of Jayne’s dirty laundry hamper with my back to Jayne, unable to turn around to answer her because my dick was hanging out of my jeans and she would see the pile of panties I was trying to hide plus my face was as red as the satin knickers. I tried to stuff my cock back in to my jeans as Jayne walked round to face me just in time to see me zip up my flies, a huge bulge still visible in the front of my jeans..