She groaned. It felt wonderful, and oh so frustrating.And then she realized something. Her eyes snapped open."Condom!" she said, and got her forehead ...lammed against the wall as a result. The world was spinning again, and he picked up pace, fucking her harder."You dumb fuck. You need to learn to think about what you are going to do, before your mouth gets your ass in serious trouble. I'm your fucking owner, and if I want to breed you, I fucking will. You don't have anything to fucking say about. Sam, you also will be very aroused when you wake. Now, both of you, wake up.” They both opened their eyes. Bobby was licking her lips as she looked at me. She opened her mouth to say something and closed it without uttering a word. Her eyes were glittering. Finally, Bobby got up and suggested Sam and I stay awhile and talk. Her voice sounded different. She led us back to the living room where she sat on a couch. I sat next to her and Sam sat next to me. It was very cozy. I put my arms around. The boys of this school were going to really degrade him. Verbally, physically, mentally and sexually. He was pushed into the dimly lit toilet area. The walls were mere ugly bricks with no paint or design. The yellow light flickered slightly indicating that it may go out in a day or two. The place smelled of urine and fresh teenage farts. He was pushed further, past the five toilet cubicles and into the more open part where there were the silver urinals on the wall. There waited at least a. Well, his first wish would be easy. He knew what he wanted because it was an obsession that had dominated his life ever since puberty. He wanted to be female. But he did not want to turn into a girl and then have to try to explain to the rest of the world what happened to him and who he was. Even if he could convince everybody who he was (or had been), he did not want to have to deal with his friends and family who would ask why he wished to become a girl.After he became a girl, he could.