Yes! Leave, now!

You've had enough. You are furious with Mathew. He took advantaged of you, and when you enjoyed it, left you like you were just a piece of meat. That was beyond forgiveness. You got up, nut not without a soft groan as you suddenly was reminded of just how sore your ass was. You fixed your clothes, pulling your panties back up and your skirt back in place. You were so stomping mad that you actually forgot to change.

You darted out of the basement, then out of the house. Fast enough, yet quite enough, that he had no chance of catching you. Your fury had you blind. You were almost in tears. Your chest was heaving from each pant you made. The faux-breasts moving out and in.

By the time you got halfway down the street, though, you finally started to calm down. You wished you had your car but Mathew had picked you up from your house. You had **** but to walk back, and it was already getting late. The sun was sinking beyond the horizon, painting the sky a scarlet shade.

Just then, you heard a whistle. There was a guy standing near the bus stop at the corner of the road. He was just staring at you, clearing eyeing you up and down. He had to be in his late 40s or early 50s. You looked down wondering what he was staring at and then realized that you were still dressed like a girl. With your naturally feminine body and this lack of light, he probably though you were an actually girl. You could not help but blush and feel ****.