Bully

You freeze the moment you recognize the face of the guy who made your life in all highschool a living hell... Jake. He was in fact how you would imagine a bully of a cheap and trashy movie: he was tall, handsome, charming, member of the american football team and etc, most things you could imagine with just that. While i was a guy he was way taller than me and now as a girl he towered over me by a good measure, me barely being about 5'3 and he was well known to be 6'2 or maybe even 6'3, his body well trained by being in the football team and training with them and also by his own in his house or the gym. He was now charmingly smirking down at me, 'Charming...? What the fuck is even charming about this fucker!?', you think to yourself as if perplexed by how you even though about calling him charming after he made you suffer for years, and so used to that you expected an insult or even a "playful" punch as he called it but instead you heard a manly voice, one you didn't really notice he had before.

"Hey there cutie, never saw you around before, what's your name?", he says while keeping that smug and charming smile, his voice was deep and manly, something that right now didn't help in anything to your throbbing pussy, 'Again why the fuck do i think he's manly and charming!? He's a fucking asshole! A handsome... Muscular... And surely hung fucker...', your thought running wild inside your horny head as even when you notice your thoughts are not in line with your true self you always end up drifting away from those thoughts and keep going, then when you repeat those thoughts you don't notice them again, and little by little while you don't even start to notice these small and seemingly useless changes your mannerisms will change, just today it was walking and now finding the guy who bullied you for years kind of manly.

"Huh? Me? I'm...", and that's when it hits you, you can't fucking tell him your real name! Let alone what if he doesn't believe you, that being the most probable thing to happen but what if he DOES believe you and undertands that the hot girl right here is the nerdy kid he's always bullying? It was a no brainer you had to come up with a name and fucking fast and you just blurt out whatever comes first to roll out of your tongue, "I'm... Katrina! Yeah, that's right... Did i do something wrong Jake?", i ask the last part with subtle fear, something i do by default to this guy.

He tilts his head to one side and has his eyes turn curious on me but then they seemingly smile just like his mouth, 'Oh fucking well yes i admit he's handsome, but that doesn't mean i find him hot, attractive, cute... Why do i keep thinking words like those!?', but then in the middle of your mental debate once more, he talks and it hits you that he in fact didn't tell me his name and while you, John, knew him very well, the girl you are now, who you decided to be called Katrina, does NOT know him in any ways, logic because Katrina was technically brought to this world about an hour ago!

"How do you know my name?", he says, "I guess i got real popukar huh? Even a real cutie like you knows me~!", he teases me and while it is not in any way comforting it feels better to be treated like this instead of being beaten around school daily, taking heavy "jokes" and also having to do all kinds of things for him and his group of friends. I blush and say "Uh... Yeah... Heard about you... Like from the football team? You won against some guys who were about to go pro didn't you?", you make up an excuse about how you know about him since of fucking course you can't tell the truth and say how you're the guy he bullies daily!

He smiles widely and laughs out a bit, "Oh yeah those guys... They were good but i'm also about to go pro, just have to finish this last year and i'm off to the league!", he says with such confidence and manliness that your body and mind are extremely confused as you yet again try to calm down and convince yourself he doesn't sound hot, manly, dominant, like a hung man who would absolutely breed the fuck out of you.

You pul the hem of your oversized shirt as to cover your private parts that were feeling more and more tingly but because of that now the shirt pressed harder on your nipples and made them way more visible, and suddenly as if he didn't want to play anymore he says "Let me get to the point girl, wanna come over? I got my house all for myself and always have place for a hot girl!"