She was all about her pleasure now. I had created a monster. “Ohhh yeah…” she said as she finally slid her middle finger home. She began to pum... it in and out and used the palm of her hand to apply pressure to her clit, every so often clamping down and grinding it. This was too much for me. I undid my pants and allowed my long imprisoned cock to spring free. God that felt so much better. I absent-mindedly started to stroke my cock as I watched, almost hypnotized at the display of passion. She said she went through hell between 13 and 21 but at 20 on her own was making good money and saving every dime so that she could go through the changes from man to women.She moved to San Francisco and changed her appearance as a women but still a mans body, she laugh and said I was a very pretty man even went on dates very careful to have no sex. Laughing she said I still like women better, I guess I’m a mix up lesbian. Finally she went thought all the changes from tits, ass and all hair. He stood in the spray, letting it cascade from his head down his body.Presently, he gathered up some lather and began washing his hair. He was surprised when a pair of hands reached round his chest and began rubbing lather over his chest and abdomen. "Mmmm, that feels wonderful," he murmured."I'm glad you like it," the female replied in a whisper. "You feel pretty good to me, too."John tried turning to discover who she was, but she held him in place. "No fair peeking," she whispered. The area. Vague promises of a world in crisis were all that you were given before being unceremoniously flung through the space between spaces. Your employer (owner, maybe? The exact nature of your relationship is still a little nebulous) has sent you as his agent to avert this crisis, though how you are meant to do that is beyond you. A year ago you were working retail; two months ago a slightly better, still hopelessly mundane job. At your most hire-able you were a whiz at Excel, but the Force That Is.