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“Thought better of talking back to me did you.” He said to me laughing. This was a room of torture. “I told you it would fit bitch.” He said slapping me about the face again. It was no secret after all. I screamed out as I came and came and came and came. Then I was there standing in nothing but my boxers soaked though they were. I was never intended to be a woman I had told my mom. A woman in her thirties stood in the room wearing a rubber mini skirt and a rubber bra type thing. “If you give me any trouble, I am going to give you a shock with this.” He said to me. He handed me a pair of scissors and told me to cut myself out of my jeans. WHAM. This time harder than the first time.