Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 223/ 17: Internal Thoughts

"Are you okay?"

"Mmm"

"Angela?"

"Mmm"

"Angela, Are you Okay?"

"Yeah, I am okay."

"Angela, are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am okay. I am just frustrated, and my Period is messing with my hormones," I sighed, opening my eyes to see Sarah watching over me while Alex looked a little worried to my left. Tracy, on the other hand, was still recovering. She was a little blissed out from me breaking her asshole, and I didn't mind that in the least.

My head was spinning, and my emotions were raw. I felt like shit, and I sighed louder and harder without even meaning to. At least once in my period cycle, I tended to lose grasp of my emotions. I remember the worst time I got very violent around my parents, and my dad ended up with a black eye. My doctors told me it had to do with my hormonal imbalances due to my intersex status. Something about my body and the estrogen cranking up because I was on my period, bringing out more Testosterone to balance out the estrogen. It made me more violent or emotional, depending on the balance of the outburst.

It was the main reason I hated my periods so much, and suddenly, I felt tears in my eyes. I didn't even feel sad at the moment, but the frustration from before was still there. I sighed again, and the frustration and anger were still there from when I fucked Tracy. I knew the ladies around me were worried or were still worried, and I felt them nearby and heard Tracy still grasping with her post-orgasm from how much I was ramming her ass.

Tracy really did love getting fucked in the ass. Her asshole sucked up that cum so much, which was so odd for a hole that was meant to expel things. I shook my head and chuckled at that thought, and I couldn't help but laugh at the thought that I just had. It was so stupid, and I was crying and couldn't stop.

"HAHAHA!" I cried, laughing without being able to stop. The girls around me looked more worried, and I shook my head, trying to control it. I just couldn't; I couldn't stop crying or laughing, and it was not even that funny. I just couldn't stop, and I knew that it was my period, sending me into a crazy town. I thought it was calming down, but instead of cramps, now it was the emotional bullshit.

"Angela, sh- should I get a teacher?" Sarah asked, sounding more worried.

"No, HAHAHA, Please, Don't, HAHAHA!" I replied through my bursts of laughter as I cried with a steady stream of tears. An outburst like this showed how stressed and how much my period was affecting me this month. "FUUUUCK HAHAHAHA!" I cried and cursed as I just laughed and cried, and the girls watched for several minutes as I continued to laugh and cry.

My sides started to hurt, and I hated it and hated it. I wanted it all to stop and never get a period again. I fucking hated it, and my emotions were all over the place, even in my head. I knew I needed to deal with my mother, I knew I needed to deal with Elana, and I knew I needed to go home at some point and deal with my dad. I had so many things going on that I just needed to deal with something, but THIS PERIOD WAS NOT HELPING IT!

Before I even knew it, I suddenly stopped, and the fits of laughter died down suddenly, and the tears continued to flow, "Sorry," I said, my voice sounding meek, and I hated it. The tears continued to flow as I continued, "I, I just am having a period emotional attack, it, tends, to, happen," I shook my head, trying to clear it as my nose started to run. "I- Holy FUCK!" I snapped, my anger burning through the tears. "GOD DAMN THIS PERIOD, BULLSHIT," I snapped once more.

The girls around me started to look more understanding but still worried nonetheless. "You don't look so fine," Sarah spoke up for the room.

"Ha, Just give me a damn minute," I snapped, feeling the anger again, and I closed my eyes. Everything right now was irrational. I am okay, and I finally got up off my back, and I moved with my tear-soaked face and snot running down toward my lips. I sniffed it all up and started to strip. I barely stopped myself from ripping my clothing off as I stormed into the showers, and I wanted to punch the wall. I turned on the shower, leaving the girls behind me surprised. I was storming around like a child, but I couldn't care less at this moment.

I needed to cool down.

That was always the best thing for me to do when I got like this, and I turned the shower to the coldest temperature before walking in naked. Cold water blasted my body, and I cursed, "FUCKING SHIT! THAT IS FUCKING COLD!" I shouted just to make myself feel better, and I dunked my head under, and that anger suddenly started to cool along with my core temperature.

I sighed as the irrational emotions faded away to mere annoyance at my period. I thought that the worst of my period was over, and I just had a few cramps to ease it out for the last couple of days. I should have known that a period that started off like it had on Monday would not be an easy one. I stood in the shower and lost track of time, only to hear the bell suddenly go off, and I realized that I just wasted a bunch of my lunchtime with my ladies.

I heard some discussion, but I couldn't hear the sound of the shower. I stepped out, and I could instantly hear, "Should I go to class," Sarah asked.

"Go to class; Angela should be fine," Alex said, "I can-"

"All of you go to class," I said as I stepped out naked. I saw Tracy just finishing putting herself back together, and she had a nice smile on her face. However, she looked a little worried for me when she looked at me. "I have the class off and a note from my teacher because I handed my things in early. I need some time alone to cool down," I told them honestly, "Honestly, it is just my period and some stress making my emotions go out of control; please, go to class and don't worry about me," I insisted.

Alex looked at me and nodded, and Tracy nodded a moment later and sighed. "Come on, You all need to go to class, Sarah; I will see you tomorrow in the morning," I told her, "We can all meet up at lunch again," I reassured her, and she nodded.

"Fine, but that was fucked up to watch," Sarah insisted, "You looked really vulnerable and needed help at that moment," Sarah said, and I smiled as Tracy looked at me.

"I enjoyed it, but you were a bit rough; see you Tomorrow, Mistress," Tracy said before leaving.

Alex looked down at my cock once, and I could see the desire to stay in her eyes, "I want some Tomorrow," Alex notified me, and my eyes narrowed.

"If Mistress approves it, you may or may not," I replied, not willing to be demanded of.

That seemed to make her more excited as she left the bathroom, and I sighed. The shower was still going, and I moved and walked back under it for a moment. Being blasted once again with cold water was something that I needed badly. I sighed and leaned against the stall wall for a couple of moments. I didn't want to do anything at this moment, and I felt emotionally drained.

I decided that I wouldn't sit here and mope, though. Instead, I got out of the shower, went to my backpack to grab my towel, and dried myself off. I would go to the library and get shit done. I needed to catch up on my review as I had been running behind and running late. I took my time drying myself off and slowly got dressed back up in my school uniform.

Getting out of here was something that I did not need to do, and I could spend a little extra time on myself. Honestly, as I was getting dressed, I was Missing Kyle being here. I wanted him at my feet, helping me put things on. It almost felt like he was missing, and I was missing the chance to dominate him more just by the simple act of getting dressed again.

I shook the feeling and walked out of the locker room, knowing I would be back here in less than an hour. I almost stayed to study, but sometimes an environment change is needed. I moved with purpose toward the library and grimaced as I entered not long later to notice a class in a part of the library. I moved to the self-study area and noticed the new Librarian looking at me.

She was hot, but she also was not the librarian I remembered. I missed my friend, and I sighed, sat down, and pulled out my books. Instantly, I got to reviewing textbooks for my first period and compared them to the teacher's lessons. The teacher seemed to be going along as expected, and I sighed. I didn't like my teachers a whole lot, although I was warming up to my Third-period teacher and Mrs. Grendier, even if she was technically not my teacher and Mr. Trimmers actually was.

I shook my head once again and got to work reviewing. I lost myself in it and started to review what was to come next in class. Then I moved on to second period and started reviewing my notes and reminding myself what was up. I got into it and started to make real progress quickly. I found myself in the zone and started on the third-period class stuff when I heard a cough and looked to find an old teacher I had back when I first started high school.

"Angela Brown, What class are you supposed to be in," The Teacher suddenly asked, and I looked at them flatly.

"I am on a self-study because I finished my work early, and my Teacher let me off, I have a note," I replied, "Do you mind if I get back to my studying?" I asked.

The teacher's eyebrow twitched, and I instantly remembered why I hated this teacher. Too busy getting into other people's business if they can. I could see the irritation that I spoke back with something perfectly reasonable. The teacher opened their mouth once and then closed it before opening it a second time, asking me, "I wish to see the note."

I quickly reached into my bag, took out the note, and raised an eyebrow as they looked at it. They gave it back to me before turning and walking away without another word. It is Annoying that sometimes teachers can be when they think they are in the right. Even if I was skipping, I was clearly studying and not being a bother.

Why bother me?

I sighed, turned to get back into my notes, and felt the irritation from the encounter hit me. I tried to get back into the studying mood, but I just could not get back into it. So I stood, sighed, grabbed my things, and headed out of the library. I stopped by the librarian and said one thing before going, "Excuse me, can you please inform that teacher ahead of time not to bother students studying," I said, pointing out the teacher, "She really messed up my ability to study just now," I informed her and she looked in that direction as I walked out.

I left before the librarian could say anything and started to make my way down the hallway toward the Locker room. Gym class would start soon, and I got a lot of good studying in any way. I would be good for a couple of days. I really needed to start dedicating some more time to self-review. Still, I didn't know where that time would come from, and I had so many things to deal with.

Was picking Thursdays to do more work with repeat customers an okay thing to do?

My mind settled on the one thing that could give way to other things. That was work with Samantha. I was a hot commodity now, but would I be in a year? Should I continue doing work at the expense of doing other things? Or maybe Wednesday night might be a better one to give up?

Hilda was a doll, though, and I liked pushing her and pushing her to be my little Milf that couldn't live without me. I liked my time with her, and she was so malleable under my fingers. She owed me a lot of money, too, for the work, but I was borderline okay with not being paid for my work with her. Still, she was my future investment money, and I wouldn't give that up until my "Consulting" business was up and running.

So where could I get the extra time to review, and was that lunch or in the morning like I used to do?

My frown deepened as I contemplated giving up sex in the morning or at lunch. I didn't need that much time, and I could no longer cut down my sleeping time. That was something I could not raid for my time, and neither were my morning runs. I had built this temple of a body from a decade of dedicated exercise, which was not ending just to study especially because I wanted that to be where my future lay.

I shook my head as I realized that I was in the teacher's locker room already. I stepped inside and started to change slowly. My mind was in the clouds as I went through all my classes and came up empty. I still had to get my car's registration and Insurance changed too!

The Bell ringing barely brought me back from my contemplation of the time that I was missing. The only time I could truly find was on the weekends that I spent with my girlfriend and the only true free time I had. Should I move Hilda to the weekend and have a blast with her for the day?

No, Wednesday was a day we agreed on together, and she had a harder time making space. So again, no Wednesday was for Hilda and putting her in her place. I sighed once again and decided that I couldn't think about it anymore without driving myself crazy. I would have to start studying at some point in the mornings or at lunch. Or just whenever I get to damn class and stop going late enjoying myself.

Quickly, I got into my workout outfit and headed into the gym, being one of the first people out, I saw Mrs. Grendier wave me over. I noticed the door closing to her and Mr. Trimmer's office door, and I picked up my pace, walking over to her, which brought me in front of her quickly. "You are here early, Good," Mrs. Grendier said, " Let's get the balls and head outside. You can start your run before we practice more in the sand. You are starting to shape up well and will be our secret Senior. Once we get past Regional tournaments, you might get picked up by some school scouts if you are looking for an opportunity there," Mrs. Grendier told me.

I nodded, and we both headed to the locker area and gathered the supplies before heading outside. I helped bring them over to the beach volleyball area before I started to head out and run around the track three times, as Mrs. Grendier told me. My mind was on the words she said to me about the scouts.

Did I want to go to the Athletic Scholarship course?

That was a hard choice because it was a place where I could be on the school team without issue. But if I got injured, I would suddenly find myself without an education if I had no money. I looked into student athletics and learned a lot that would make many athletes pale in fear. Being a Student-Athlete was a risky thing in the United States or even in Canada. Your education was entirely dependent on you being able to play that sport. In the United States, unlike Canada, they don't pay hospital bills either if you are injured. If I get hurt while playing volleyball, running, or anything while training, the universities and Colleges will leave me dry.

Now, with Samantha's job, I could afford my own healthcare and pay a premium for the best coverage. At least for Volleyball, they didn't have anything against me having a job outside school, unlike with basketball or Football. They were not allowed to earn money in any way, shape, or form, even if it was charity.

I heard about one time a kid in College basketball had his mother in the hospital, and the coach bought him tickets home to see his mom potentially before she died. He lost his scholarship and position in the league because of it. Despite the organization running the tournament making billions.

The Term Student Athlete came heavily loaded with things that I was very scared of. I would be that university's slave for the entire time I was there, unlike with an academic scholarship. That left me going to outside tournaments and finding a team to play with outside school while I still had to go to school if I decided to go to university.

"ANGELA! THAT IS FOUR LAPS! GET OVER HERE!" Mrs. Grendier screamed, and I realized once again that I was thinking about other things. I had been sprinting around the course without another thought and had done more than I was supposed to.

So I finished the turn and ran toward Mrs. Grendier without thinking about anything else. I needed not to think about it as it weighed heavily on me.

"Alright, I am finished here, So we are going to continue from yesterday. I am going to spike the balls at you at various strengths now, and you are going to recover them. You will have to get up and recover before the next ball. I am not going to give you the time you probably need to recover. We are working on your accuracy of recovery and how fast you return to neutral or chasing the ball. Any ball that goes flying, you will have to recover when I run out." Mrs. Grendier told me the outlook I had for today, and I almost wanted to tremble.

This was much harder than sprinting, and I shook my head, clearing my mind. It was time to act on things, and I smiled, "Ready whenever," I told her, and Mrs. Grendier smiled, and the first spike went straight for my face, much to my surprise.

I leaped back and recovered it so that someone could spike it at the front with a large smile on my face, only for Mrs. Grendier to send the next ball to the corner, and I had to jump for it. It was almost instant, and there was no chance for me to fully recover after each ball. I was being brought to my limit as I ran around the court like the ball was the only thing in my life. I barely registered if I did well or not if it wasn't for Mrs. Grendier calling out when I did good or not.

"Adding in the location, I expect you to try to recover it too!" Mrs. Grendier suddenly added to the challenge, and that added a whole new dynamic. I loved it.

God, I loved this.

This challenge!

The Challenge and getting better!

I could feel myself getting better at this moment.

I knew exactly how this would make me a better team player.

I knew how I could use this to make the enemy cry in the future.

I LOVED IT!

I wanted to make the enemy cry and be beneath my feet.

I wanted to dominate like I did a decade ago when I played soccer.

I was watching kids around my age trying to get around me, only for me even to use their bodies to get a goal.

It was something that only the strong knew, and I remember outplaying boys and girls alike. I didn't care as I went for win after win. Even now, as I was in the dirt getting up and feeling a pile of sand in my breasts from diving hard to save a ball and placing it mid-right and hearing that I got was like hitting a goal back then. I felt euphoric and knew that all of this wasn't for the moment but for the future. I would look back at this hard work with a smile as I built the temple of skill for this game over others.

My body slammed to the ground over and over, and I was sweating like a dog as I jumped into the sand. Once again, I had to fan my sports bra when I got back up, dumping a pile of sand from my breasts back into the beach volleyball sandbox. I missed that ball because I needed to recover that, and I leaped for the next ball a couple of moments later before I had to recover every single ball so that Mrs. Grendier could continue to torture me with the balls.

I got into the zone once again and relaxed into the exercise as I leaped for more and more and placed them properly more and more. "GOOD!" I heard Mrs. Grendier shout before spiking another ball at my face, and I had to move to recover it instead of chasing it down. It was like Mrs. Grendier was trying to get me used to jumping, only to pull a fast one and get me to leap at nothing.

No, I wouldn't make that mistake, I watched that ball whenever I could, and I found it and followed it. I would not assume where the ball would go until I saw it being hit and the direction it was going. Assuming made an ass out of you, so I didn't do so. Calculations were the only thing in my mind, and I was going crazy as I controlled my breathing to the best extent that I could.

Suddenly, the bell rang, much to my astonishment, and I found myself leaping for the ball with my fist out. I got it barely, and I was told center back, and it landed just to the right of the center back. Which was almost perfect, but I felt like I could do better. Then again, if someone had been there to collect it, they would have been able to get it. I got up, and Mrs. Grendier stopped sending balls at me all the time and smiled, "Alright, Get up and go clean yourself up after recovering the balls. I got everything else," Mrs. Grendier said, and I nodded.

I moved and collected all the balls and got them into a cage. I brought them back up toward the gym, where a bunch of women gathered up to Mr. Trimmers so he could go over something I ignored. I walked over to the gym equipment room and dropped off the volleyball cage before walking past the ladies as Mr. Trimmers gave a rundown of what was coming up tomorrow.

"Soccer game tomorrow outside," He said, catching my ear, "You already have been distributed by me. You may pick your own team's positions, and I want to see you all coordinate without me needing to help." He told them, and the girls nodded.

I exited the gym a moment later, walked over to the teacher's locker room, and started to strip as I made my way to the showers. I hosed myself down from the sand and smiled. I enjoyed the sand, but it really liked my breasts more than it should. I grabbed my soap and shampoo on the way and cleaned myself up before heading back out and getting back into the school uniform.

I smiled, grabbed my phone, and texted Hilda as I thought about her.

Angela: Same spot as the last couple of weeks; I am looking forward to my surprise, don't disappoint your Mistress.

The warning was clear. I knew that she would start to get some anxiety just thinking about me right now as she waited for me. That was the perfect anxiety for her as she wouldn't be thinking about her company at all. She would be mine more and more with each play session, and I smiled as I put on my socks, wishing I had Kylar here to put them on for me.

A good sissy to always be dressing me. I should definitely prioritize that in the future. I couldn't help but wonder as I finished dressing if Kylar was willing to give up his future to be my personal sissy, following me everywhere in the background just to receive a little of my attention. The thought made me smile, and I wondered what he would say if I asked.

Kyle would make such a lovely little sissy that I would transform into the sissiest little girl I could. I wanted to do so, and as I grabbed my things, I stepped out of the locker room just in time to see the girls heading into the women's locker room. I walked past without another word and started to head down the hallways, ignoring everything. As I was reaching the front of the school, someone bumped into me, and instantly, I smiled for a moment before it turned into a frown.

"What do you want?" I asked Jake as he was dressed in the woman's school uniform.

"Please, Mistress, take me back from Master Daniel; I am sorry; please, Just don't leave me with him," Jake said, keeping his voice down.

"No," I replied, "You wanted to be free of me, and this is how it is now Jake; enjoy," I told him without another word, and I could see him looking at me longingly for a moment before I turned my head.

I felt The primal happiness from him wanting to come back after not even a couple of days. With the bags under his eyes, I could tell that Daniel was keeping Jake up, and I could hear some kids snickering and pointing as unobtrusively as possible at him. Jake was the bully not long ago, but his dressing up as a girl was not helping him.

I was finally rid of him. He would have to do some very humiliating begging for me to take him back.

Pausing at the door of the school as other kids walked out around me, I realized that the last thought meant I would take him back. No, I didn't want him back at all, but I also wanted to ruin his life before I gave him up. I liked Kylar and didn't want to ruin his life if we ever had to part ways. I didn't have that inclination with Jake.

How far would he have to go for me to talk to Daniel and take him back?

My feet moved forward again as I thought about this, joining the thousand other thoughts I had recently that were attacking me. I walked towards the same meet-up location, where I found the same car, and I smiled. Soon, I reached the door and sat in the seat before turning to the woman I would be playing with tonight. My smile was large as I turned to face her, wondering what my surprise would be as I put my backpack aside.