I created him in a fantasy - an archetypal female rescue fantasy, although I hadn't read Jung and didn't know that at the time.His name was Tony, prob...bly the most unimaginative name possible in an Italian family, considering that I already had a younger brother named Vincent. But I wasn't all that inventive back then.I would have done anything for Tony, anything if he would have protected us from Mom and Dad, if he would have protected me and the rest of us in ways that I couldn't. As a boy,. Somehow he'd become the same height as Becky.With a feeling of absolute dread, Cody steeled himself for what he mightfind, and then looked down at himself. He gasped, completely shocked bywhat he found. Somehow he seemed to have turned into a girl. Hesitantlyhe touched the two small mounds pushing out of his chest, and then yankedhis hand back as soon as he proved that they were real. Cody gulped,staring at himself. Even his clothes had all changed. Now he was evenwearing something that he was. Looking in the mirror, I could see that Dr. Richards was still there. That said, a level was missing. It looked fairly good, but I could tell why it was second rate. I had learned a thing or two.Next we went to the neighborhood used car lots. This was where an in-house mechanic was handy. He could listen to an engine and tell me the sticker price was bogus. It took about three cars before I could convince the salesman to give me a real price. In this, the term "cash sale" was magic. Even then. When she is able she changes pace. With loud sucking noise, she pulls back from his member, her hands stroking him and becoming slick with her own saliva. I am in control. She takes a moment to appreciate the sight of his erection, wet and glistening in front of her. Before he can as much as protest the lack of her mouth she is back at work, kissing and licking the sides of his shaft while her hands rub the tip. His length is warm beneath her lips and the gentle ministrations of her.