"If what you are implying is true, how would you account for thechanges that are happening to yourself?" I turned to face him. "Whatmakes you think it...s only hunting females? You aren't a female, but itwent after you!"He sighed. "I don't think it bit me when it came from the woods, Ithink it only scratched me."I waited quietly for him to continue."Something is on the skin of that creature that has a type of chemicalthat attacks testosterone... in essence, it's turning me into afemale... a food. Made my pussy twitch andclamp down on the dildo inside of her. "You know I gotta be strict withyou, babybitch. You're my little white faggot. And I can't tolerate awhite faggot being anything but respectful with me. You understandthat, don't you?" he asked. Forcing me into my sissy headspace soquickly. Waking from one dream and entering into another."Yeah Daddy.. I understand. I'm.." I swallowed. My mouth felt so dry.Something in my brain said I was thirsty for dick. That made me. She took after mom in that department. Believe it or not my little sister wore a 32-DD bra, no shit. They were enormous. Audrey’s tits were nine and a half to eleven inches bigger across the fullest part than her ribcage just under her breasts. Mom was thirty-eight years old and she wore a 36-G bra which means that the fullest part of her breasts were twelve to thirteen inches bigger than her ribcage just under her breasts.Dad always told Mom to flaunt hers too and of course she did. I know. He dropped his feet to the floor and trudged off to the bathroom. Hetook care of his morning business then washed his face and drank somewater trying to wash away the cotton that seemed to be there. He lookedaround for the clothes he thought he had left there but they werenowhere to be seen.He went back to the bedroom and grabbed the kimono from the chair."Hello? Denise?" he called as he tied the sash.He wandered the apartment looking for her but she wasn't there. He wasstarting to get a bit.