Instead, I managed to hold it until class let out. Fortunately, I saw Anthony coming out of the class across the hall."Can you walk me to the bathroom..." Sure,"We walked too fast for anyone to be able to make a request, and Anthony stood outside the stall while I peed. Sure enough, Trevino had managed to follow me in there."I've got another Request." You can't make them in the bathroom." Too fucking bad!" He grabbed me by the arm and I screamed. Anthony put a hand on him to get him off, but. I wasn’t a big drinker and had never smoked before, but I guess you have to try everything at least once. I was lying nude in a tangle of arms and legs, covered in dried cum and other fluids I couldn’t identify, when I woke up early the next morning. Surprisingly I didn’t have a hangover, but my breath was probably reeking from the booze and the cigarettes, and probably also from all of the licking and sucking I had done, whether it was pussy, ass, or cock. I got cleaned up and met John in the. Even before Wanda died, I still had those dark thoughts but they weren’t so frequent. It’s been like that since, my early teens. Then Wanda came into my world, and she was my world, sexy, funny, adventurous, but now she’s gone. When I was feeling down in the dumps, I wanted to be around people, like now. The odd eye-candy (sexy dressed up lady) helped but was short lived. So I only just started going to the gym and found it less of a stigma, when I went late at night when it was almost. I make up that face heavily so that it looks the most white trash slutty I can make it. Then I put on the long blond wig. Next I put on a black bra. The hormone that Bill makes me take has made my breasts grow to where they can now fill a B cup. But Bill has told me that if the hormones can’t take me to a C cup then he’ll make me get implants. Then I put on the thigh high fishnet stockings, the black patent leather pumps with the 4 inch heels ( I still haven’t learned to walk in anything higher.