When I was a guy in my past life, I never used a school locker or caredwhat people thought when I used my book bag as a purse to carryeverything over ...my shoulder. Now that I had a beautiful body to show off,it was much more fun to put most of my books in the lockers and get thecute guys who never had lived in my area or knew the truth about me carrymy things to class. After school I put on a pink bikini to show off my new body while Missyput on a navy blue one piece and Jason slipped into a. I did verbally abuse her on occasion, but I neverstruck her. I made sure that she always had everything that she wanted.Why was she doing this? Was I really only a means to an end? Was shereally only after my money the whole time?Sure, I had TV to keep my company, but it's kinda hard to focus onwatching the Hawks play when you're forced to wear women's clothing. Itjust doesn't sit very well. So, I kept myself pretty busy with thoughtsof what is going to happen to me, and I had begun to clean. You may get something you’re not ready for.”Uncle Bob laughed. “I think I can manage to clean her off without reducing her to the kind of ... um ... condition you end up in.”“You’d better hope so,” said Mom.By now I was pretty curious about why she was acting that way. I looked at Uncle Bob, who was still looking at Mom, smiling.“So when can you do it?” I asked, all chipper.“How about tonight?” he asked. “Just before bed. That way if there’s any razor burn, you won’t be walking around. Now it was the Earthwoman, herself, who was driving herself past the point of rational thought. She was fucking her own brains out while the pink man remained rather passively looking at her.The shield shimmered into place and a pink lady came out. She rubbed herself and blew a kiss to the pink man and he groaned and obviously erupted into the now screaming Earthwoman. They both then shuddered and clung to each other to keep from toppling off the stool.After the shield had turned into its.