When you two were little, he beat you up for any excuse. His most common reason had something to do with you looking at him too much, followed by a stream of slurs and curses taking guesses at your sexuality. 

Rage is often built from insecurity.

You took a breather at the gym. That was all a distant memory now. You were a man now. Getting through college, and getting in shape. You werent there yet, but it was a start. 

Your eyes wonder to a source of grunting on the far side of the gym. There was a woman with a heavy bar on her, slowly raising and lowering her waist in some impressive squats.

She could only be described as amazonian. 6'4" at least. Long black hair in a neat pony tail. Muscles that would put most men to shame, matched with a nice ratio of her large bust, toned waist, and wide hips.  Of course, many eyes would be drawn to the prominent bulge in the front of her shorts that would contradict her impressive rear and chest.

Your eyes were drawn to her face instead. Tough, but pretty. Cold blue eyes, but long eyelashes, and well tames eyebrows. A prominent nose, and a pursed set of lips. On her cheek, the same beauty mark that your bully had all those years ago.

I had gone through a lot in my first year of college. My rage was finally getting checked by people big enough to deal with me. I was kicked off the football team, and my depression was as bad as ever.

I retreated to my room for a long time. I was barely passing classes before all this, but now I flunked out. However, being left to think, and having no other way to express my anger, I was forced to make a revelation. 

I wasn't pretty when I signed up for some state school under my new name the next year, but my mom said she hadn't seen me smile like I did wearing that skirt since I got my first bike.

It was my senior year now. You were working on your masters. I had grown into myself, with the help of some hormones, and rethinking my exercise.  And I was so happy.

However, more than that, I was sorry. Everyone I had ever beat up, everyone I had ever threatened… especially you.. you were my first crush.. it just took me a long time to realize it.

I don't know if there's any way I can apologize, but I will drop to my knees and beg if I have to…

Brief sum up: Your old bully has transitioned into an amazonian girl who wants to make it up to you in any way she can. Maybe her old crush is still there. And she is not beyond submitting to you.

Kinks: Gentle Giants, Big sub-small Dom, tight clothes, cock worship, sweat, spanking, twerking, cuckold, big dick bottoms, and more!

Limits:scat, piss, vomit, underage.