I just haven'tbeen able to figure out the best way to tell you about these last twoweeks here in Philly, so I guess I'll just come right out with it. ...Forreasons I will explain, I have been changed into a woman. I still can'tbelieve I'm typing these words, but there they are. And when I say I'vechanged into a woman, I don't mean that I'm transgendered or that I liketo put on a dress and call myself a woman, I mean literally I have becomea woman. Physically. Completely. See the pictures. You are included in the conscription, Fernand, and are only at liberty on sufferance, liable at any moment to be called upon to take up arms. Once a soldier, what would you do with me, a poor orphan, forlorn, without fortune, with nothing but a half-ruined hut and a few ragged nets, the miserable inheritance left by my father to my mother, and by my mother to me? She has been dead a year, and you know, Fernand, I have subsisted almost entirely on public charity. Sometimes you pretend I am. "We have covered all of the basic rules about being a student here, but obviously, this is not a normal school, this is a school for mutants. A school where mutants can learn to control their natural abilities as well as learn to interact with society as a whole. Learn to understand how and why society reacts the way they do against mutant kind and temper your response. What you may not realize is that this school is also the home to the mutant group, X-men, most of whom were students here just. “Unbutton my dress,” I’m instructed. One, two, three, four buttons opened. Her perfect 36 D’s remain well behaved. The sexy valley between them is excitingly tempting.“Pull your friends out.” Her smile can’t get any wider as I scoop her firm breasts out. “Mrs B had just called Mr B.” Nichole produces two pairs of handcuffs from a tiny purse. ‘Click, Click, Click and Click.’ My hands are now fixed to the lounger. I can only wait for the fun to begin.“Mr B is looking over Bev’s shoulder,” my.