I got because of you!

"I got **** because of you!" you yell at her.

She looks shocked. "What do you mean!? By whom!?"

Furious, you tell her the story of the locker room and how Sean took your shaved pussy as proof of your sluthood.

"Sean and Leo?" she says. "I know them. I can't imagine they'd ever **** a girl, even a Processee. They hardly need to. So they just barged into the girls' locker room?"

"Well, no," you admit. "I was in the boys' locker room."

"Parker!" she says. "You're a girl now. There's no reason you should be in the boys' locker room. My goodness, what did you think would happen to you, taking your new pussy and all of those pheromones into the locker room alone with the boys? You're lucky it was just two of them!"

"I didn't expect to get ****!" you yell.

"Well, I'm very sorry about that. I'm sure it was awful for you," she says sympathetically. Then she looks sly and looks you straight in the eye. In a soft voice, she says, "So tell me, how many times did you come?"

Taken by surprise, you hesitate and look down at your feet, blushing in anger and shame. She continues, "Just once? Or more than once?"

"Just once!" you spit out. "And I didn't enjoy it!"

"Well, in that case, let me call Mr. Hilliard. I'm fairly sure there are surveillance cameras in the locker rooms which should have picked up the whole thing. If your story is accurate, they should be able to prosecute Sean and Leo for ****," she says.

You think about this for a while. You're a little shocked that there are surveillance cameras in the locker rooms; you certainly never noticed them. You're sure any tape would back up your story, but there are some rather embarrassing parts - how wet you got, accidentally wiggling your hips for Sean, your toe-curling orgasm, and so on.