Shepicked up a brush from the dressing table and began brushing out thewig. She then step very close to me and place the wig on my head. Ifailed to ...otice (being a guy) that the wig miraculously matched mynatural hair color. Once she had the wig in place, Amy turned me towardthe mirror. The reflection I saw was a teenage girl staring back at me.It was utterly amazing, even without the make-up, I looked like a girl.?You are beautiful. Even without make-up you make a pretty girl.??No, anyone. She tried to clench tightly to keep it out but it continued its steady force until she felt her asshole begin to open slowly around it. She continued to clench as tightly as she could but she couldn't keep it out. The tendril seemed to notice that she was trying to resist and so it pulled away completely. She felt a momentary relief until she saw it get larger. Almost as large as the tendril steadily pumping her pussy and she saw it try again. She tried to fight it, but this time the tendril. Had mild lipstick on her lips and hair neatly done.I asked the reason she said, Yesterday I felt different when i touched your tool and I knew I wanted it to satisfy my hunger for the last 7 years. I was happy, she quickly finished her work and came to the hall. We sat on the couch and started French kiss, she was wild like a cat, kissing me and biting me all over. I was kneading those 42D size boobs and she was moaning my name. I pulled her saree and she in no time undressed herself and pulled. They would have known what to do then. Still, what's done isdone. I turned the corner to go to the main entrance area when... something shot through me... the world spun and I passed out.When I came to, I was on a metal slab... in a room. Looking beside mewere... the kids I had seen being taken. Unconscious now, and beingreadied for their regrowth into their new forms..."I'm not one of them! I'm not..."A voice spoke, "No, you're not. In some ways you're worse. You givenothing of yourself. You.