One was that we were always moving, my Mom always suspected that peoplewill know that I was not a real girl.And the other was that my aunt landed to m...y Mom a very good job.Normally my mother would be paranoid about returning, but she had notseen my aunt for a very long time.To all that don't know who am I, I just will say that my Mother made mea girl, on a distant place, I was very young and fragile, and my Fatherdied on a terrible accident.While we packed our things for the travel I saw again. But it was useless.That filthy bastard was stronger than me and he managed to hold me in that same position, bending over the sink.He kicked my feet apart and I braced myself, knowing the worst part was just beginning…I heard the man spitting onto my tight rosebud and smearing his saliva around it with his own cockhead. I closed my eyes; since I did not to see the face of that son of a bitch in the mirror. He noticed it and hissed in my ear.“Open your slutty eyes, bitch… I want you to look me. “Do you accept this… this that I offer? Freely and with no hesitation?” he asked this question his voice sounding darker still, his breath cold against her neck as he kissed it. Sliding his hands down her body, stopping as he squeezed her breast tightly through her top, then pulls it open. As her breast fall out, he takes a nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinches slightly. She lets out a low moan as he did this, spreading her legs wider for him as she lifts one up slowly against. When theresults came back, he said that I no longer had the disease. He expectedthat either the change or the stage three cured me of it, and that I nowwas a normal female teenager. Well, normal if you don't count the tail andcat eyes.Next stage was a session with a telepath. As we talked, I felt a pressureinside my head, and pushed back to get rid of it. The telepath was verysurprised. He told me to relax and not resist that much. 'So I can blockhim out?' He poked around in my head for a.