I let my fetishes steer the wheel a tiny bit, and ended up also picking out a Perfect Disguise, which would make me unrecognizable to even my closest ...riends, and a Rubber Constitution, which would make rough sex so much less painful. And those went so well with the Boon of Social Ambivalence, which would make it so that everything I did was totally normal, no matter how weird or illegal it was. And then? I didn't really have an excuse for also requesting the summonable strap-on that gave real. I would masturbate every night as i watched her change. You see Im friends with her brother whos my age. He would tell me sometimes how his sister, ann, was socialy awkward. She had a few close friends but no boys were very intrested in her. One day i couldnt stand watching anymore and i decided to pop anns cherry. I knew she didnt know me very well and wouldnt go for it. Especially since she probably just learned what sex was, and never even masturbated. So i devised a plan. I took a job her. The sun was shining for the first time in several days. That, at least, was a good sign and an improvement over yesterday's rain.I headed off to the bathroom for my morning ritual. A quick shower and then I was ready to get dressed. I put on my normal businessman's uniform of a black suite, white shirt, and tie. I still had some time left over, before I caught my train, so I checked myself over in the hall mirror. I'm a hair under six feet tall and my lean muscular frame still filled out. It felt as if I could half see the corridor I was in and half see a different one. The two superimposed across my eyes and my head ached harder, migraine fierce.I fell back onto my butt, groaning as I realized the reason why the two visions jarred so much was because it was the same corridor. Just viewed from different angles. I tilted my head back, trying to get the visions to match, and realized the memory was of me - on a gurney. Bouncing. Jouncing. It felt edged with ice and hard. Not the.