I looked at myself in the mirror, combing my fingers through my short blonde hair and I looked like a girl, definitely. A real tomboy, no doubt about ...hat, but my body had shape and my tits were unmistakable, and my face was too pretty. I was going to be a real girl someday, a beautiful one maybe, I wasn't sure about that, but it was coming and sooner rather than later. I was gonna be fifteen in a month and that sorta scared me. Sorta made me mad in a way. I liked being a boy, but last night. Because I am a full time Breeder, first class, I have manual control over my ovulation. I activate it by holding my finger over the word “OVULATE” until it flashes and disappears.I am now ready to breed with - sorry, what's your name again? - Jackson, who has kindly volunteered to assist in this demonstration. Jackson also has a RAD implanted in his body. Our RADs, as well as your own, are modified versions of the technology used by the invaders who OBGYN hacked with his revolutionary computing. She called out goodnight to her mother and closed her door. She sat down on the bed and put a few things in a drawer. She stood and pulled her skirt down. Almost involuntarily my hand went to my cock. I rubbed it a few times through my underwear while my eyes remained glued to Amy. She was standing just 50 feet away in her blouse and slip. She went to the closet and hung her skirt. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Even if she closed the curtains now I would be happy. She sat down on the. I have learned since I started seeing hookers that certain hotels welcome the business, as long as there is no drama, they will not cause any trouble if they don’t get any. I parked, texted her, and waited for her to respond with the room number. Standard safety procedure. Not really sure if she would be able to suss out a sting operation that way, but I hope so. She texted back and I got out and found her room easily. Two cleaning women were attending to a room not far away, but they were not.