I was working in my lab when the professor brought her in. As always, I looked forward to working with a new mutant. I was a mutant myself, but one with a rather benign power. My ability was to help other mutants discover their power and use it. I had already become a scientist in the study of bio-chemistry when my power surfaced. I was working in a lab at a university when a girl was brought in who had exhibited some mysterious power.

I drove into the gate of the mansion and up to the guesthouse. I had dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and wore my MM pistol under my arm very visibly under a light jacket. I was going to get the killer no matter what. I entered the guesthouse and saw Steve with all of the suspects and Diego Sanchez there. Steve was by himself, with no backup for now, but that was the way I wanted it. I had told him that I had only theory and that we might have to use a little coercion that he wouldnt want others to see.

I lay there trying to figure how to cope with this new body. Then I realized that the throb I was feeling was a full bladder. I pulled the sheet down and saw that someone had dressed me in a cami and shorts that were a little tight. Before the accident, I probably wouldve given myself a hard on. I guess that Logan had been keeping an eye on me from outside, because he came in and said, "where do you think youre going"? I said "to the bathroom", and got up.

I was very scared as I walked down the stairs to talk to my mom and dad. I was convinced that in a few minutes I would be out on my ass or locked up in a nuthouse. As I entered the living room, my dad asked me, "are you ready to tell us what the hell is going on?" I said, "yes, but I know you will hate me for it". My mom said, "there is nothing you could do to make us not love you".

I unlocked the door of my apartment and went in. Another boring day on the job, to pay for a small one bedroom apartment. I threw leftover enchiladas in the microwave as I stripped off my security guard uniform. I put on a pair of cloth shorts and flipped on Survivor. I turned on my computer while I ate and watched and checked my email. As if I had any real friends online except for the authors I emailed.

Rivera took me down and put me in a patrol car in the back. They had learned- they had plastic riot cuffs on my wrists and ankles, instead of ones I could pick. I was concerned when I saw they werent going to the jail. I asked, "where the hell are you taking me?" Rivera laughed and said they were taking me out to the West Side annex. I realized I was in worse trouble than I thought. There were a lot of places to lose a body out there.

Cast of Characters see previous story for regulars like DaveTanya, and Steve Bob Monroe: building manager and local real estate mogul- friend to Dave and Tanya although he doesnt know they are the same person. Brenda Monroe: assistant and wife to Bob and head of leasing and company that does cleaning in building. Barbara Davis: building management secretary and as might be expected, the one who is really in the know of what is happening most of the time. Tom Paulson- building maintenance man Frank Martinez: head of cleaning crew and poker playing buddy of Daves Chico Padilla: proprietor of store in building lobby Mike Thomas- site supervisor of National

I walked down the stairs to where Mom and Tammy were waiting, aware of the skirt of the jumper swishing around my legs. Why hadnt they let me put on makeup? I knew I would look like a freak to them. I entered the living room where they were seated. As they turned around to look at me, I expected them to laugh at me. Instead, they smiled, and mom said, "there you are Tanya- I thought you would look pretty and you do". I blushed and said, "thank you mom".

I knew I was in serious trouble, but could do nothing about it. I had gotten myself into this with my bondage fantasies, so now I had to face the reality. I could face my kidnappers cum on the penis gag in my mouth. I wondered how soon it would be his dick and not a butt plug that I felt filling my ass. Once again, I uselessly tested my bonds, but found again that I had put on regular handcuffs, not safety ones. I finally twisted around to get as comfortable as I could and waited as he drove me to my fate. Finally, the van stopped and I heard him get out.

I was when I began to find out the truth about myself. I was a very withdrawn child, and didnt handle school well. I was overweight and didnt do well in gym. I had fleshy breasts that were made fun of as well. I just hated my life. My mom and dad did their best, but could tell that I was miserable. I was very emotional and cried easily. The only friend I had was the daughter of my moms best friend.