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We were no longer partners, but rivals. Ally, bless her heart, has always taken my side of things. Ally pulled Trish back from the brink of a lot of situations that would have ruined me. She stopped Trish from going to a gay bar glory-hole stall, she stopped her from asking out boys in school, she even stopped Trish from doing the unthinkable with a paring knife in the garage. Yeah…it’s been a rough couple of years. I finally had to cave to my unknowing parents and seek help. I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t want to betray Trish, but this teens horny bitch wanted my genitals gone, and I’m very much attached to them. With extensive shock therapy, daily meds, and the threat of a lobotomy, me, and a team of psychiatrists, managed to lock Trish up in the back of my mind. I’m the only one in control now, but I can feel her testing my defenses. Not only is Trish relentlessly daring, she’s cunning as hell. And now, she’s tits pissed off. All it will take is one slip-up by me, one missed dose, one missed session, and Trish will be out of the box. This is the story of Trish coming out of that fucking box. CHAPTER ONE: THE SKITZO, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE Yeah, Ally’s a witch. I didn’t mention that in the prologue, because a skitzo boy with a self-mutilating counter-personality seemed like enough of a pill to swallow in four paragraphs. Speaking of which, I need to take my meds. Anyway, in my modern-day America, magic is rare, but not unheard of. In my America, the Salem Witch Trials were justified, the Spanish Inquisition was legitimate, and burning at the stake was practiced regularly in the nineteenth century, (mostly in Alabama). Witches managed to latch themselves to the feminist movement of the fifties, and became a protected class in the late half of the twentieth century. Ally was fortunate to be born during the open-minded year of 2000, where being magical didn’t automatically mark you as a freak. Ally’s power is transformation; she can alter the structure and appearance of organic life. One day, when we were eleven, a drunk BMW driver almost hit me. Were it not for Ally’s quick reflexes and magical powers, I would have died. Ally trimmed the legs off the driver, sending him skidding to tight pussy the side of the road and into a nearby tree, killing him. Using magic against another person is a serious crime, even if it’s self-defense, or the defense of another. Our parents had enough clout to get a great lawyer and a sympathetic judge, but it wasn’t enough to exonerate her completely. Ally was forced to put on regulators, which are magical inhibitors. She was crushed when they did it. Her identity as a sorceress was stripped from her, and she became just another person. She never admitted it, but I always got the sense she resented me for it. I didn’t know how much it had driven a wedge between us until that fateful August morning, when the regulators came voyeur off… “Oh, fuck.” Ally said in a dismayed murmur. The regulators fell from her temples and dropped with a metallic ping on the kitchen floor. The wired devices cracked upon their downward impact, sending valuable government property spraying its circuit board-guts all over the white tiles. “I was just adjusting my headband,” Ally said as she stared at the pieces of her court-ordered mental handicap, “I didn’t do it on purpose! Jake; they’ll think I tore them off!” “Just sit tight and we’ll call your parole officer,” I said calmingly as I picked up the pieces, “I’m sure this kind girlfriend of stuff happens all the time; they’ll understand.” Can fantasies cancel each other when the wife acts on her husbands fantasy, but then her own hidden fantasy is brought to the surface? I want permanently that the reality of what you force me to do is secret from the people living around me.” I started to enjoy the freedom of being without clothes again. "I did not expect that," I laughed. She did not resist at all. Mike fucked my ass, then Dave fucked me again, then Mike once more. Then it happened, Ben’s red tip found Rosie’s soft wet pussy lips and with an almighty thrust he buried his cock deep into Rosie. Her juices smeared across my lips. My baby boy, terrified and teens confused, imprisoned by the devil for my own faults. Her hands cuffed behind her, head and shoulders dangling down my back, legs together and naked ass sticking up I pinned her to my chest with my right arm across the bend of her legs and forced my left hand between her thighs pushing a finger into her hot wet pussy. I could only imagine the incredible build up of friction as inch after seemingly endless inch of the black, robust horse prick was dragged through the quivering girlfriend grasp of Lisa’s clutching anal embrace. Thankfully the laundromat was deserted and she didn’t have to contend with arousing or being aroused by some innocent bystander. My eyes shut and I could feel my face muscles moving all over the place. His hand pulls on my cheeks and guides me up and into the sitting position. When she awoke, she found tits herself laying on a bed of silk, the room still spinning slightly from whatever drug he put her on. It just scared me. This whole thing is scaring me. My anger occasionally dissipated as I had other things to focus on, but it would quickly turn back to Emma whenever I had the chance. I can feel Dick’s hand roaming on my ass, squeezing me, molesting me. As we kisses like we never should. You can't look away.” I don’t know if I can explain it but I’ll try. When he lightly pinched it, I felt small sensations of pleasure shoot through my body. And 'Can you see through this material when I stand in the light.' My transformation really messed him up, and I was so caught up in myself I really didn't pay as much attention as I should. "I don’t know. She hissed as I drove her back. He was trying to fuck my girl. I know it’s registered to Dwayne Hyde who bought it with a big bank loan. It is good to see a man in the tight pussy mansion again. It was so hard not to fuck the little slut's asshole. So close.” I could feel him breathing still, in and out; warm and cold. I shouldn't be voyeur able to see my package at the breakfast table, but my parents are away for three days, so I seized the opportunity to walk around naked. “Uggggggg”. “She’s not a dog, Ambassador.” I chuckled, “She is a hybrid of high-blood and dark, and so she was the perfect ambassadorial candidate to the Highlands.