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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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117 Chs

Gracie's Downfall

Poor little Gracie was inconsolable. We'd gotten into something of a routine over the past few weeks - her oldest brother Patrick delivering her to us so she could provide us with dinner, me with answers to my advanced calculus homework, and my beautiful mom and me with entertainment.

I lounged on my bed, watching as Gracie did her hair and makeup in front of my vanity. Her hands trembled slightly as she applied mascara, clearly still nervous about the transformation process.

"You're getting better at this, you know," I purred, my voice dripping with honeyed approval. "Soon you won't need my help at all."

Gracie beamed at the compliment, her freckled cheeks flushing pink. "Really? You think so?"

I nodded, sliding off the bed and sauntering over to my closet. "Absolutely. Now, let's see what outfit we should put you in today..."