. and my body leapt at the chance to obey his orders. My mouth started moving, even though I didn't have enough air to talk.He set me down. "Try again...," he said."The angel said that they would not accept me because I was awoken by a demon," I said in a rush. I had enough control left to leave out the part where he could give me orders and expect me to obey them ... that would just be uncouth for a young girl to say.It seemed that my status as a creature of 'The Light' prevented me from telling. Morgan’s eyes follow the path of the syringe and a chill flows through her in that moment. “Where is Faith now?” she asks as she takes a small step backward at the same time the teenager takes one toward her.“You are looking at her,” the girl answers smartly. “Well, a version of her and me mixed together. I am just merely based on her body. Of course I had to make a few changes so that I could be ... well, me”“What did you do to her?” Morgan asks as she takes another step backward into the. She pleasured herself with the handheld shower head - but was still not satisfied. She decided to wear her big girl plug to work. She dressed in a low-cut top, lacy underwire bra (making her J-cup boobs seem even more prominent than usual}, a skirt whose hem hit just above the knees, garter belt & stockings, high-heeled boots and no panties. With every step she took, the weight of the plug got her hornier and hornier, wetter and wetter. She really needed a good ass-fucking. Not really. Then there was the day I bought a pair of boy's boxer shorts. It turnedout they were too big for me, and kept falling down, so I snuck out withthem in a plastic bag and threw them in a bin down the road from where Ilive so that Mum and Trudy would not find out that I had been toying withmasculinity again.A few weeks later I found a pair of boxer shorts that fit me so I worethem to school under my skirt. It excited me to be wearing boxer shorts.Over the next month I bought a few pairs.Then.