"What're you even tryna do? Groping a girl's tits without asking…you're a real bad boy ain't cha?"

"You know as well as I do Gen; you love this sort of thing…and really now, what are you going to do? Tell the lecturers? What's one more after a hundred others?"

"Mmm~ you're totes my type…say, wanna ditch afternoon classes and come my way? I know a real good place where we can kick back and relax…"

"I'm good Gen…besides, I prefer my women a little more on the innocent side…nice boobs though."

"Awww you're no fun at all…ah well, least I've still got that other boy from the soccer club to keep lil ol' me busy…toodles!"

Waving the flirtatious minx goodbye as he strolls down the hallway back where he had come from, the tall muscly student fingers his pockets with a wistful look on his face, heading off to attend an extended class in biology despite his already knowing of the topic.

Except at the start of that day, said minx wasn't around at all, and the man had been just about ready to serve some well deserved justice on one of his college's most disgusting students yet…

Gregory had thought himself a lucky man to befriend one of the meanest thugs on campus. An average joe going by the name of Leo with a well kept head of blonde atop an athlete's body. There wasn't a single soul in college who hadn't heard of him, and those who didn't…well, sooner or later, they would.

But what gave such a normal looking young man his infamous reputation? Rumored to have connections in local gangs and even more incredulously; high places in the criminal underworld. The man made no friends and had no enemies, nor did he even try to. With the rep he had, everyone steered clear of him. And from how hucksters and thugs seemed to know their safe space whenever Leo was around, it only served to back up the wild rumors and tall tales people spoke of in hushed whispers. All while he continued about his business without a hint of concern on his face.

Whether he truly was a cold blooded killer for hire or a suave spy working for some international conglomerate, no one knew for sure. All they had to go on was that he definitely wasn't just your average college boy.

So when Leo had approached the newest jerkwad to crop up in the campus, the few newcomers who had only just heard of the man weren't too surprised to see him do so, assuming he was going to scout him or something.

But once someone put two and two together, they would notice something unusual with the college. An absolutely perfect track record with little to no major offenses committed by its student body. Sure, you had some occasional late comers and truants, but bullying? Drug abuse? Cheaters? Nadda. And whenever a string of cases popped up, they almost always went dark after about a week or two.

The thing was, no one could ever recall anyone ever doing anything to rehabilitate said troublemakers, and even though their crimes were recorded in the student record, they themselves couldn't ever recall pulling such stunts, nor did they look like the type to do so.

Take for instance; Patricia, a first year student studying Engineering. According to her lecturer, she'd been caught smoking in the lab with video evidence to boot. But when the girl vehemently denied ever doing so whenever she was questioned about it. Citing a perfectly healthy and clean life from when she was a babe in her mother's arms till now as a full grown lady with a good sense of morals.

"I'd never smoke! Someone must've fabricated that film because I'd never do something like that!"

But in all these different cases of crooked individuals suddenly turning over new leaves without ever remembering the bad things they did, one factor was common, whether it was in camera footage or spoken accounts…Leo…the man was either near or in the vicinity of their final actions, and strangely enough, all of them were women.

Coincidence? Not likely, especially when taking into consideration his shady history and a personal life no one ever knew about, the chances of him being involved were high, but no one had ever been brave enough to step up to the table and confront him about it.

But back to Gregory, the man was scum down to the core. Citing Leon as his role model, the man had risen from highschool to college on the heads of others thanks to his parents being influential members of the city council that could literally blackmail the headmaster with a threat to cut off funding in an instant.

Bullying, extorting money while wielding dangerous implements like pocket knives without a care in the world, skipping classes, talking back to the faculty, even shooting up drugs on campus grounds. Gregory was starting to prove himself a greater menace than the man he claimed to follow after.

And when his idol had personally come to pay him a friendly visit, the man was ecstatic, raving on and on about how his mates in druggie rings spoke all about him and how fearsome he was.

Pulling him aside to a spot where no one could see them, Leo had eagerly agreed to play along with Gregory's offer on entering his 'crack den'.

"You have no idea how good it feels t'have you here dawg! C'mon, follow me, I got this real good spot back here in the back o' d'library wh-"

Until, when the two were well out of sight and earshot, a pink flash engulfs the corridor they had vanished into as the heavy footfalls of an excited wannabe gangster give way to the light clacking of fashionable heels against the floorboards.

And the annoying, high pitched whine of a white horse instantly switches tone and alto mid sentence to a pleasant serenade, the voice of a spunky gal with subtle ditzy undertones to the way her speech instantly fills with sorority girl slang and valley girl tics. Interrupted midway through with an unrestrained moan and a volley of vapid giggles.

Rounding the corner, Leo stood still with a stick of polished metal in one hand, its front end facing Gregory with a plume of smoke tinted with subtle magenta pink hues rising up into the air before fading harmlessly away.

But the spindly man that stood before Leo was no longer there. Instead, a tall young lady with a striking ponytail of platinum blonde dressed in a long sleeved blouse and a waist high black pleated skirt struggled to remain standing where Gregory once stood, buckling her knees together while long slender arms hung by her sides limp and lazy, manicured fingers twitching every so often to the orgasmic pleasure of having her ample D cup tits squeezed hard by her man's one free hand, kneading and pressing down around her firm yet malleable marshmallows, thumbs tracing the outline of swollen areola surrounding perky pink nips, eager fingers spreading the fabric of her see through clothes to reveal the tantalizing tease of a rose pink bra holding her jiggly bosom up.

By the time his hands had left the girls chest free to sag down over a tight navel flanked by a pinched waistline and the ample curves of child birthing hips evident by how 'flowery' her skirt blossomed in all directions. Beneath which stood long doll like legs clad in knee high stockings that bit into the warm supple flesh adorning plump thighs framing a clean shaven snatch stuffed with a rock hard rubber dildo whose head constantly rubs up against the entrance to her moist baby chamber with each step taken, blissfully unaware that only seconds ago, said sex toy had once been an equally large dick, stripped clean along with the rest of her former self by the sudden blast of reality altering energy sent her way by the experimental tech in Leo's hand, pocketing the device as her dull pink eyes, narrowed in a haze of lust clears off. Blinking a few times before a drunken smile splits her tender lips, grinning from ear to ear as her hands rise to ravish her flushed cheeks, putting on the show of an innocent naive girl in a fit of embarrassment after being groomed by her crush.

Except she held no concept of pure love within her mind, and she definitely wasn't embarrassed to be groped by someone else so boldly in public judging by the sleek glimmering beads of fluid dripping down from somewhere between her spread legs.

Because why would a wanton slut like her think otherwise when a whole new life of doing such salacious things existed within her thoroughly zapped brain? Instead of being a stuck up rich kid who used his family's wealth and influence for greed and dastardly deeds, this new route of hers remained mostly the same except for a few key differences;

For one, she was most certainly never a boy. And instead of staying on the path of a bully with plans to one day run some ridiculous drug empire once he was done buying his way through education, she moved on from bullying other girls to making out with jocks and spending most of her highschool life bent over lockers or kneeling under tables to fuel her voracious appetite for sex alongside sucking a good grade out of her teachers.

And by the rate she was going, her once coddling parents were looking to disown her once word for out of her sexcapades in and outside campus…not like Gentiana minded one bit..to her, as long as she had something big inside one of her holes at all times, she was satisfied.

Gentiana; well known lay on the streets and a dirty girl to all who knew her, whether they be clientele or schoolmates. And the latest to Leo's list of 'corrected' individuals, but she was his most drastic project yet, so far his changes had done little to his supposed victims lives; inversing their genders alongside their memories before fixing what was wrong with them and sending them on their merry ways with just one or two subtle clubs to their forgotten misdeeds.

But Gentiana had received the full makeover, becoming someone completely unrecognizable from who she once was and arguably still a terrible individual. And that was because of what Gregory had said to justify his escalating activity.

While Leo was incredibly hard to anger, using his name to justify evil was something that set him off when he first heard of the pompous new first year student.

"As long as she doesn't harm a hair on anyone's head though…that's fine by me…"

And as he enters his classroom with an apology as the room falls silent, the man was more than sure the waifish little flower would never again harm anyone else. More than aware in fact, as the bimbofied slut pushes her way into a hidden corner of the library to find a nervous young man already waiting for her in the corner.

With her foxy eyes locked on the tent in his pants, Gentiana slowly approaches her partner, hands lying still in her awake, shoulders slumped, chin lifted partly upward to show off as much cleavage as possible, tempting him with a showing of her lovely neckline and baby smooth skin radiating a virile energy in the warm days of an afternoon sun.

Add to all that the crumpled mess her clothes were along with her still erect and slightly damp nips, and it was more than enough for the nervous individual to take action, stumbling forward awkwardly, eager hands held out, fingers trembling as they wrap around buttons and fabric before pulling hard, jerking Gentiana around like his own plaything as a soft giggle floats free from her lips, smiling mischievously at the sight of the obvious virgin standing frozen with wide eyes glued to her exposed bra clad tits, jiggling slightly from the force placed upon them.

Even after all that, the man still wasn't ready to move on to the next step, eliciting a sigh of mock disappointment from Gentiana, keeping her smug smile clear on her lovely face while talking down to him.

"Seriously? What're you waiting for? It's not like I've got all the time in the world y'know? Gosh, virgins like you are totes ez to shit on. Fuckin' wimp."

A little goading, some harsh words, and the once timid little thing would soon become a raging bull. Gruff hands tightening around slender shoulders, spinning her around before shoving her against the shelves with an exaggerated cry of pain that sounded more like a drawn out moan, and Gentiana would soon get the dicking she desired as her toy comes sliding free, bouncing a good few feet away from the couple before coming to a stop somewhere behind the shelves, destined to be forgotten until the next cleaning cycle.

No one ever recalled Gregory nor would they even want to, but Gentiana was here to stay, and for many, her’s was a face and name that would remain firmly etched into their hearts and minds in more ways than one for years to come while Leo would continue to be the enigma he was, uncaring of the world around him while continuing to play the part of an innocent college student…

THE END