"Please...don't turn me into a woman!" he cried."Shut your mouth. No, turning you into a woman would be a step up and I'mnot about to reward you," she...snapped. "I could also kill you very easilyfor the crimes you have committed. I would feel no remorse for this actand in fact I would enjoy it." Please don't...I'm sorry... please don't hurt me," he whined."Sorry? You're sorry? You really think that mere words can sway me?" sheasked mockingly. "No, you need to pay for what you have done. I. After the other two had said how he was diffident and shy and slow, she expected a quiet night; but they had to wait three weeks before the coast was clear for him to visit her and he was hornier than a dog surrounded by bitches on heat. He chased her round the house, had her panties off half way up the stairs, her skirt up round her waist on the landing and her legs open and receiving on the floor of her parents’ bedroom. Why there? Who knows, but she remembered it for some time when she. Just as he had dictated to the attorney's secretary.She dug in her purse for a pen and quickly signed her name in the five different places that it required. After signing the last line she noticed that she had signed 'Cecelia L. Matheson.' Anne took the papers and stuck them in her purse, she was now smiling."Why is my name different?" She looked up at Anne and found she had walked off and was in the parking lot now. She was leaning on an old Volvo station wagon. It was parked next to the. I was counting what was left to be changed, when the usual voiceannounced "face reconstruction.Initiating," and i wished it never did:both the mask and the helmet came to life, sending impulses all over myface and scalp which was pushing and pulling my face and facial bones inan unbelievable way, to make it the same as Mandy's face... pretty soon ifelt the helmet full of my new hair, i could feel them grow, i felt mylips also while they were becoming fuller.At last all those impulses ended.