The concert started at 7, and was supposed to last until 9:30. I was in my seat near the aisle early. My plan was to be sure she saw me attend, but to...be gone before she came from backstage. That way maybe she'd get the hint since I didn't stay.During the intermission she surprised me by coming down the aisle and grabbing my arm and dragging me out of my seat and into the hall outside. She was in Concert dress, tight white blouse, black knee-length skirt, flats, & pantyhose. She barraged me. ‘I’d been feeling unsure of myself as a woman but knowing I still had `it’ was wonderful for my ego. I made us both coffee and we sat around talking. I told Carla how thrilled I was by all the attention and how nice it felt, although I couldn’t compare with her.’ Carla looked at her mother and her boyfriend. ‘Can you believe this silly bitch, Tommy? I just looked over at her and said that she was as gorgeous as me, maybe even more gorgeous than me. Everyone likes different things, right honey?. Solomon's body began to freeze up. "What's... happening... to... me?" she asked in terror."Good god!" Jay exclaimed. When the shock wore off, he shouted. "Mrs. Solomon? Can you hear me? But there was no response from the mannequin. He tapped gently on her face; she had the sound and feel of hollow plastic. Suddenly he realized what had happened. "Of course!" he cried. "Those shoes! Let's hope the process is reversible." He tipped Mrs. Solomon's form backward, which was simple, because she now. Fiona's black bushy hairs protruded around the edges of her thong, her pubic hair mirroring exactly the thick jet black hair on her head, her long ponytail swung as she knelt and buried her face in my pussy, her tongue licking and lapping at my wet cunt, my hands kneaded both of her nipples feeling them harden even more at my touch. Her fingers now joined her mouth and tongue , touching and probing ever deeper inside me. " Fiona babe lie back and let's 69, I must taste you, " my words were.