Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 209/ 3: Second Person

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Kyle looking at me as the hot water poured down, and Kyle was crying. "Oh, Oh, thank god," Kyle cried out as tears or water streamed down his face. "Are you okay, Mistress? Angela?" Kyle corrected himself, and I groaned as it seemed the hot water reduced the cramps. I was feeling oddly light-headed, and I quickly realized what happened.

Why didn't I think of this? I just had blood work done, and then I got my period. The reduction of both is making me anemic. The cramps hurt, but they wouldn't make me pass out. However, the dry heaving was because of the cramps. I felt like I was going to puke, but I wasn't nauseous. It was hell, and I reached up, feeling a little weak, as I touched Kyle's face. "It's okay. I am on my period, and I had some blood taken yesterday. I need to take it a little slow," I told him, and I groaned, lifting myself up off the tile floor.

"Are you sure you were out for ten minutes? I was about to call Nine-one-one in order to get an ambulance," Kyle said.

"Nah, that isn't needed, although I can't finish the job with your ass," I said with a soft smile, and Kyle shook his head.

"Angela, You need to be more wary of your health." Kyle insisted.

"I know, Kyle," I replied, "I am taking care of my health, but I cannot know when my fucking period is going to come, and I did some damn blood work yesterday. So, I cannot do more to take care of my health. I didn't think it would affect me, as it usually doesn't. It seems that my flow is worse than usual, and I am experiencing some really bad symptoms this time. I already need to change the damn Tampon," I finished, and Kyle blushed.

"S- Sorry," Kyle replied to my small outburst, and I felt bad.

"It's okay," I said, trying to reign in my temper, "Go for now. Wash up. The class should be soon, and I need to wash up and get out of here." I told him, and Kyle looked hesitant. He looked at me, then the shower, and I sighed. "You are not leaving, are you?" I asked.

"Mistress, please let me make sure you get to class okay," Kyle said, and I sighed again.

I wanted to protest, but I also didn't hate that he cared enough to stick around. I did faint, after all, and falling down again and hurting myself is a real possibility. "Fine," I said through gritted teeth. Kyle smiled, and I held out my hand, "Help me up then," I said.

Then began a slow process where Kyle helped me up, and I leaned against the wall while he started to grab my body wash. My hair was already clean, but I wanted to wash up once again after lying in that water on the floor. Kyle then helped me wash up and particularly helped with my back, legs cock, and ass. I allowed him to touch me all over, where it would take leaning down to clean up. After some time, I finished washing my body and stepped out. Kyle then helped with the towel from my backpack. He even handed me a tampon, which was the one time he didn't watch me. I changed my tampon, and Kyle was soon watching again as I went back to drying my body.

Soon, I was dryish. I got my clothing, and Kyle even helped me with that. It was odd, but I liked it after a bit. It felt good having a Sissy helping me dress and seemed to spark something as Kyle was on his knees helping me put on socks, panties, a skirt, and shoes. He helped me put on my shirt, button it up, and ensure I looked immaculate.

I could see him blushing as he did it and that he was enjoying all of that. "Did you enjoy helping me dress Kylar?" I asked when we were finished, and he helped me put on my backpack.

Kyle's blush turned a deeper crimson, but he nodded, and I smiled. "Maybe I will have you do it more often, Kylar. I am very pleased with you. Would you like to join me walking to class?" I asked. Kylar nodded, and I smiled. "Then get ready," I said.

Kylar moved quickly, dried himself off with his own towel, and soon was in his boy's clothing, which I disliked. I would have to fix that in the future, but for now, it was fine. I walked out with him, leaving the teacher's locker room behind. Kylar watched me more and more as we walked down the hallway, and I wanted to roll my eyes.

"I am going to be fine," I told him.  Kylar watched me anyway, and I sighed. I could feel his form of protectiveness coming from him, and I wanted to sigh. I could dismantle his entire body probably in minutes. Nah, a minute would be all I need for the arms and legs. No more than forty-five seconds if I was in a rush. I grinned at that thought even as a cramp hit me once again. I really wasn't going to last if this kept up all day.

Walking slowly I could tell that Kyle was enjoying himself as he walked with me out in the open with other students in the hallway. Some were commenting, and others were looking at me with surprise as the cute boy was walking beside me with worry on his face. Looking at it objectively, it almost looked like I was abusing the boy, and he was worried I would lash out at him. I wanted to chuckle at the thought, but the cramps were making my life miserable.

People were looking at us, and class would soon be here. I looked at Kyle as we approached my classroom. "Go to your classroom; I will be fine from here," I told him, and this time, Kyle nodded, and I headed into the classroom. I groaned as I got in, and a cramp hit me as I entered the classroom. I moved without caring about others in the room till a Redhead approached me, looking worried. I reached my desk and looked at the woman who approached me. It was Sarah, and her worried look made me want to sigh.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked.

"Not really; Time of the month has just hit me like a truck at full ramming speed," I replied with a wry smile before turning and pulling out my notebook. "Any homework?" I asked.

"The teacher said that you are exempt from the homework from Friday. You were attacked, and the teacher feels bad for not backing you up more. I think Principal Black had a talk with her because when class was over, Principal Black came to talk to her." Sarah, my little Strawberry, said. She looked serious and wasn't blushing at this moment.

"Good," I sighed. I leaned back and continued to take out my notes slowly. "I need a day off from homework. My period came in today," I told Sarah with a wry smile, and she frowned.

"How bad is it?" Sarah asked.

"Bad; I think only my first period was worse," I replied my voice flat. "I hope it calms down a little, but I am in pain," I told her.

"Why not just stay at home?" Sarah asked.

"Because I need to be in class. I also want to go to Volleyball practice. I am hoping my Cramps at least reduce before then. Otherwise, it will be a very painful volleyball session," I sighed.

"You are going to practice regardless?" Sarah asked.

"Why not?" I replied and looked at my desk, all finished setting up for studying and class. "I want to do well in Volleyball and missed three years of practice and playing. I have dreamed of getting back into sports and unleashing my competitive side for a decade. You think a bad period is going to stop me from going to team practices?"

Sarah looked at me for a couple of moments, looking startled about what I had just said, and I shook my head. "Sarah, I have been working out. My gym bros and sensei beat me up for almost a decade. Do you think period cramps are going to stop me from doing something I want to do? I took off my weights, and I am not going to practice with an extra two hundred and forty pounds on me. That should do it, and I will get back into the work. I will practice with the team, learn formations, and work with the team. I need this much more than a day of rest."

Sarah didn't seem to know what to say to me. She seemed to be about to say something when the bell rang. She jumped a little and looked at me. "Are we still on for tonight?" Sarah finally asked as other students started to come into the room.

"Yup, Hopefully, I will be in better shape after practice today, but yeah," I said with a smile, "I want to spend some time with you. It might be only a few hours, but I look forward to it."

Sarah blushed and nodded, and moved behind me to her desk. She was blushing like the nickname that I gave her. She was entirely red-faced as she sat down. I sat back and looked forward with a glower as I noticed Marcus coming into the classroom, looking pissed. He turned his head, and I watched him with a soft smile filled with the venom of hate I had toward him.

I would play the worst game with him and attack him in a way that would ruin his life.

Legally.

Last week, he attacked me and called me a snitch along with someone else earlier in the week. With so much happening, I believe it might have been him who did it earlier in the week, but so many things were happening that I was not sure about that. I felt some cramps, and I lent the hate of my damn period towards staring down Marcus, who was no longer looking at me. The Class was soon settled, and the Teacher looked at me. "Angela, I need to talk to you for a minute after class about last week." The Teacher then turned to Marcus, "No, Talking to Angela at all, Marcus; I am not having what happened last week happen again in my class. I am sure we have an understanding," The teacher just went ahead and called things out.

Then, The teacher moved on to the lesson, and I started to take notes while the cramps seemed to come in waves. Thankfully, those waves were dissipating, and I glowered down at the papers as I listened to the lesson. I knew that soon I would have to study and go over these notes just in case, but for now, I made my meticulous notes regardless of the pain.

The lesson was brief, and she started to hand out the homework with some time for us to complete it here in class and started to hand it out. It was a small exercise to review the lesson, and I hated it now. Still, as soon as the paper was in my hands, I started to work on it.

Before the bell even rang, I finished, packed my things, and walked up to the teacher with my backpack on before glowering as I handed in the homework, "I am done. Can we talk now instead of between classes?" I asked.

"Sure," The teacher stood, "This is your free time to finish the homework. Use it or lose it. The work is due tomorrow," The Teacher told the class and walked out of the classroom with me on their heels. I closed the door behind me as we stepped out into the hallway.

"I owe you an Apology, Angela," The teacher said, much to my surprise, "I noticed things and have heard some things after investigating a bit. Friday, I was out of line, sending you to the principal's office the way I did. I did not expect what happened to have happened, and to that, I am sorry. I will not do that again in the future."

The shock was painted on my face as I never had a teacher apologize to me. I winced as pain again from my cramps, and I nodded, "Okay," I replied, "I appreciate that," I told them, "Mind if I go for now? I need to visit the bathroom," I told the teacher.

The Teacher nodded at me, "Yeah, See you tomorrow, Angela. Don't worry about the homework on Friday. Have a good day, Angela. Although you are looking a little pale."

"I will see you tomorrow," I replied, heading out of what I would call an awkward atmosphere.

Walking away, I heard the door close behind me. I headed to the bathroom and realized I needed to change the thing inside me. I sighed, but the pain was starting to subside. I wondered in the back of my head who I had asked to join me for Lunch and believed it was Tracy.

Thinking of Tracy made me frown. Not that I was unhappy with her, but because of Friday and her breaking up with Jake finally. On Friday last week, she had been prepared to have sex in front of what was her boyfriend for years as he was being fucked by a big black man. I was surprised about the amount of pure hate Tracy now held for Jake. Her words back then were something from a woman who had been abused.

I blackmailed and forced things on Tracy, which I was not proud of, but she thanked me. She thanked me and told me that she knew that I treated her better than Jake ever treated her. That was not only surprising but worrying. I didn't know what to think of Tracy as she practically confessed feelings of some type for me and never expected a response from me.

Reaching the bathroom, I could not stop thinking about the woman. She was trying to improve her situation now and breaking up friendships she had for years because of me and held them in contempt for what they did. Tracy was now trying to improve herself because of the things that I said to her, and I had no idea how I started that.

I got into the stall and heard the bell ring as I was changing the thing inside me, and I grimaced at how bad things were inside me. My cramps were calming down a bit, and I didn't faint like earlier. That was all signs of improvement. Still, there were small signs of improvement, and I sighed as I left the bathroom to head to my next classroom.

The Hallway was crowded, and things were packed. I moved with the other students, being bumped from time to time before I reached the class, and I noticed another boy looking and glaring at me in class. I didn't care and started taking out my things as the class started. Then I remembered that there was another person who called me a snitch and that Marcus wasn't the first one last week. My eyes narrowed, and I tried to remember who it was when the teacher started to teach the lesson, retaking my attention.

I got to work and took notes as the cramps continued to hit me. They were nowhere near as bad but were a constant reminder. Instead, I focused, and the class was going well. I felt like I was forgetting something the entire class. Then I remembered suddenly as the bell went off that It was Dylan who was the first one to call me a Snitch. Marcus was the one who said that his Sister told him. That made me wonder why Dylan was the first one to call on me then. That was odd.

Packing up my things, I saw someone walk up to me. "Dickgirl, this isn't over, you snitch bitch," I suddenly heard, and I saw the guy walk out of the classroom as my eyes narrowed. My anger flared, and I smirked.

It never fucking ended, did it? I wondered if he would attack me or what he was thinking. If I remember correctly, that must have been Dylan, and I wondered if that was one of Stanley's friends. A cramp may have hit me, sending shivers of pain up through my body, but my smile was cold as I got up after cleaning my things up.

I couldn't help but picture myself with a half dozen of Stanley's friends around me and them beaten black and blue. I licked my lips and wondered if they would try to gang up on me. I would enjoy the experience of letting others feel pain at this moment. I was at least a journeyman in dishing out pain, and my Sensei would approve of me defending myself against a group of men trying to attack me.

My heart swelled at the thought of that type of challenge, even as I was horrified at the consequences I might receive if I lost that fight. Still, the thought of kicking the shit out of Marcus and Dylan was a sweet, sweet taste in my mouth.

I was licking my lips as I thought about that as I headed to the teacher's locker room.