“This time we follow through.”“Yessss!” echoed the others. “Finally do what we’ve said we would do if it happened again. Well, it fuckin... happened again and this time, we’re going to do something about it! Give him what he deserves! Make an example of him for what they ALL fucking deserve!” Her eyes focused on mine more intently. “Looks like this just isn’t your lucky day, now is it?”She jumped at me and both of her arms clutched my right elbow. “C’mon girls! Get him!” They pounced. . I look at myself in the mirror while he smirks. Idon't know how I got here.I used to be a man. But now I'm wearing a peach-colored maid's uniform,with a white apron and black stockings and shoes. My hair is long. I knowI'm wearing a bra and panties underneath the uniform.But that's not all. The worst is I can feel my breasts, probably C-cups,and that I have no dangling bits in my panties - no doubt just a slit.I don't know who he is. I don't know anything about him. But somehow I knowthat he. The air conditioning, nothing we were used to – coming from England – was on full blast. The main bed was king-size. The hotel, clearly having counted heads, had unfolded an extra bed. This wasn’t The Ritz, but it was much nicer than the kind of rooms I think are normal in Tenerifian hotels.“Oh my god, what’s this?” Charlie squealed, holding up a something wrapped inside a pair of tights, a lump down each leg and joined at the top.“You know full well what that is” Tiff smirked victoriously.“And. Not only are the arguments shallow and superficial with no evidence of real academic research, the quality of language makes it impossible to understand sometimes. ‘Very many of the global and multi-national can using these social medias peripaticaaly and resounding success from the feedback of the users instantly traditional media not have.’ Even if you can work that out try doing it over 2000 words. You begin to get dizzy trying to make sense of it all. Typing in the student’s number I send.