The next morning, after a quick charge, I sat down for breakfast withDeanna. I was wearing one of her robes, which was a couple of sizes toobig for me... but she told me it made me look cute, kind of like one of mystudents playing dress up with her mother's clothes. I thought I hadlearned to be ready for anything at this point, but have to admit Igasped when she asked me to move in with her. "Already?" I asked."Why not?" she replied. "I know what I want, and I think you do too." What about the. I pulled them down, and to help me he sat up and scooted back on the bed as they came off. I climbed on the bed over his legs, and with one movement, his cock was inside me. This wasnt about welcome home love making. This was about raw fucking. I pounded down on his cock. I wanted him to break me. I took breaks and grinded on him, feeling my large clit grab and rub against his stomach. When I started bouncing again, the feeling that I loved, my tits flying around began anew. The pain from. I was actually kind of pretty! I was definitely a man,even ignoring the lack of breasts and the conspicuous bulge in mypanties there was no doubt this was a man's face, but it was a prettyman's face.By this time we could hear there were already a couple peopledownstairs. Madam Gwendolyn went down first and I listened to heraddress the group, "Hi everyone, I have a special guest here tonight.She's going to be waiting on me this whole evening, if you want her tograb you a drink or something. The way they look at mesometimes, it make me feel so... vulnerable." The clerk sighed. "I did warn you that the reality might not be as goodas the fantasy. Here, let me study you." The clerk slowly circled Tiffany,looking up and down. "Just for the record, I'm examining the spell. I'mnot ogling you." A couple of minutes later he stopped and leaned on the counter. "Thereis little I can do. This spell was created to be a curse. It wasn'tdesigned to be removed." "A curse?" asked Tiffany. .