It made her skin crawl. She jumped so high thatshe felt like she would break through the ceiling when the door openedbut, luckily, it was just her son... She was going to call him but he ranfor his room. She didn't go after him, though. It could wait until shehad some sleep. Maybe this was all a bad dream. She wasn't convinced ofsomething so silly though and vowed to move out the next morning. Noteven a day in and everything went so wrong. She couldn't stay like this...The morning sun came and. .." You've invited me to follow you to your home, into your car, inside your garage" I justified, "and my fingers are deep in your juicy, wanton cunt!"There was that word again and she responded with a gasp."You're obviously not getting what you need" I continued, "or you would have not maintained eye contact with me in front of your family. You would not have anxiously invited me here. You would still have your panties on.That's when in seemed to sink-in.... much like my fingers were at the. It didn't feel like the head of a penis. I felt like the head of aperson. My asshole quickly stretched beyond its already stretched-out limitand I felt my eyes bulging out of my head. Now I was free to scream - andscream I did, all the while the enormous intruder kept stretching me more,and more, and more, and then some more. I was trashing in my bonds unableeven to beg them to stop, transfixed on the camera, squealing like a pig tothe great amusement of my audience. The eye of the lens moved. , much like Sam toldher he was assigned. She thought she was alone as she pulled on her"Royal Hills Girls P.E. t-shirt and pulled on her shorts."You must be Nikki," said a girl who came up and sat down beside her."I'm Karen," she said. "It will be nice to have another girl like me inclass."Karen told Nicole there were three other "T-girls" at the school, oneabout Amber's age and two others in high school. There were three"transboys" including Sam."How do they treat us here?" Nicole asked."Like.