Uske baad apne lund koFir sr didi ki chut mei dalne laga or cream ki vajah se lund fisalne laga or mere lund k aage ki toopi didi ki chut mei gai or u...hone mere haarh ko kas kar pakad liya or chtane lagi mei ruk gaya but lund ko bahar nahi nikala or thodi dair k baad firsr koshish karne laga but fir bhi lund under nahi gaya fir meine niche se kas kar jor lagay or uper se didi k pait ko kas kar niche dabaya or jaise ek dumse koi dhakan khula ho or mera lund didi ki chut mei chala gaya or muje. Based in part upon the dominant male and his herd.Women were treated as chattel; nothing or little more than property.It stayed that way for a long time. Sometimes they would emerge as separates and equals for a period of time, only to lose their status once again.Then a new trick had evolved; The concept of a woman as a holy, untouchable thing. A form of slavery in itself. In part self-supported by women because it gave them -some- official status beyond chattel. Combined with the concepts of. .,all my body was fully ruined all body wounded full of blood my tits were on the verge of breaking due to pulling my poor body from breasts behind a horse and i was not in state of having energy to utter even a word…some maids came and lifted me to some guest room of the pavillion where they treated my wounds,fed me good food for few months and after recovery i was made to exercise daily and now things seemed to change for good as clean and good clothes were given to me to wear all was good. ." When the magic changes us, everything else changes too. People'smemories. Birth records. Old photos. Only the girl being turned and theone turning her remember."I began getting glimpses of memories that went with my new body. I knew Iwas 8 and my name really was Jasmine. I knew my dad was now a black man,hence my skin color. I knew I'd been taking ballet lessons. I had memoriesof playing with dolls and of doing my nails. I remembered taking swimminglessons wearing a purple bikini."Jasmine,.