12:00 am sharp, the skies look bright through the windows of you cell room. Today was the day, you hang. It was a life of crime fright with stories of betrayal and deceit as well as friendship and love. Looking down at a picture you had of your wife and children, though you long lost contact with them. Today be the last day of William J Banano, a former soldier turned harden criminal. The man who planned and carried out atrocity across this nation and others, thief, rape, arson. They all had his name on it, now the electric chair will too. Though those crimes have personal stories attached it with different views, society does not care and now your facing chair. Having recently being caught due to a betrayal from one his co-conspirators, the court having found it easy to give him the death sentence.
"It's time, Scum" a guard yells out, standing out side your jail room.
Giving no response back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of you begging for life. Seeing this the guards forcibly pick you up and drag you to the electric chair. Of course giving the guards a little fight before you go, breaking the nose of one of the guards before they wack you down with a baton. Soon you are strapped in the chair before the pastor stands before you.
"Any last words son"
A moment of silence pass before you talk.
"None" having already said your prayers and hoping that your children do not follow the same path that you did.
Zap, a single sound before you feel a sharp pain then nothing but darkness.
...
You open your eyes, slowly coming to your sense. Seeing a pubescent boy in front of you and also feeling strange, different like something is there and something else is missing.
"Tracey, You ok?" You hear him say.
"Get away" you push him. "What do you want?" before seeing your arms in your view. They've shrunk considerably, you being quite buff due to prison. "what the fuck" you look down and seeing two orbs on your chest. These orbs of flesh being something being something you were quite familiar with. "I have tits" you say before quickly moving down and feeling the crotch area of your pants. "Nothing" you stand there in shock ignoring the boy now on the floor.
"Babe, You alright?" He says before trying to get up.
You smile, knowing exactly what happened now. Having quickly piece together the situation. "Never better, I just got a new perspective in life" you lift him before then proceeding to grab his balls. Gripping them, dick in tow "Now I'm going need sometime alone, Babe. So run along and I'll make it good for you". Hearing him start to cough you let go before giving his crotch a light pat.
"Oof O...k" he says.
You wave him goodbye before heading out of the room. Finding yourself outside, you feel your jeans. 'Bingo' a pair of car keys and wallet. Quickly finding the corresponding car outside thanks to the beep, you walk outside and get in. A blue bmw sudan, looks like we got ourselves a rich girl, you though before opening the door and hopping in. Taking your long leather purse out you scan through her personal belongings, ID, credit cards.
18 years old, Tracey Williamson. Driver Class C. Address... yada yada.
You found the address, taking out her phone before using her fingerprint and getting in before setting the address in google maps. Taking the drive 'home' you arrive at a fair large house. Heading in and opening the door, finding it fairly empty. 'Good' You need the privacy to find out. Scanning the house before finding the room named Tracey. You go in and find the room, very well posh and proper. Lined with trophy for gymnastics and music before seeing a fairly standard bed. Closing the door moving a nearby full body mirror near you. You look at yourself and see your reflection, a tall brunette girl with a amazing figure. Full breast with a six pack and cute angel like face. You smile, 'Amazing' you though before taking off the clothes your wearing now. Starting with the tank top and the proceed with the pair of jeans. Seeing her in her underpants, you grope your chest. 'Hm what a fine bitch' before struggling to take off the bra. 'How the fuck do you do this' before finally getting the hook off the straps and dropping it to the ground. Seeing the two breast in front of you with those cute little pink nipples sticking out. It wasn't long before you drop the panties and start masturbating, licking your hands before going down and rubbing your vagina. Pinching your nipples and seeing your reflection do the same being so erotic. Soon you reach your limit after flicking your clit and fingering your tunnel, you climax feeling the pleasure of a female orgasm. Falling down onto your bed
You puff and sit yourself straight before looking at the reflection once more. 'Damn, Bitch. What a bod" you say. Soon once the glow of the climax wears off, you put on your outfit once more having to struggle with the bra once more before getting the hang of it. This was a new chapter for you, having escaped death and in a new life. "I'll use this well" you say referring to your current self before giving your right breast a grope. Now alive again, there were certain goals that Willy J wants to accomplish no Tracey wants to accomplish. No it's not going to university or some dumb liberal ideas like finding your inner self but Revenge on the sons of bitches that killed you. Starting of with the lawyer who got me sentenced and that traitor Van Goesnick, the bastard who sold me out to the fed. Oh this will you be fun, you though before giving a devious smile. A smile that Tracey would have never given out as it full of hatred and schemes.
But first you need more information on this Tracey girl so.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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