I was a woman. My body had changed back into a female. I covered my face with my hands and laughed and cried. I turned this was and that and saw that ...y body was back to its normal female shape. Bill must have upped the dose some because my boobs were as big as ever. I had my pussy back and after rubbing it to make sure I knew what I wanted. I crawled back into bed and slide up against Bill's sleeping form. I pressed my big tits against his back and reached around him to stoke his cock. He. ”“Can you do that with a group of people; say a bar full of men?”“Yes, but only for a couple of minutes, it would take too much energy to keep up the illusion.”I felt sort of silly standing there with my pants around my ankle slowly losing my erection as I assumed the role of journalist once again. I reached down and helped her to her feet. I had one other question that I wanted to ask.“Is this how you really look or is this an illusion as well?” I asked as she finished unbuttoning my shirt. ‘They’re still asleep,’ she whispered as he drew near. ‘Let’s take a short walk before waking them. They both must be exhausted and need the rest.’ ‘Okay, but I’ve gotta to take a leak first. I’ll be right with you.’ ‘No’, you might wake them up,’ she argued, fearful Frank might decide to look in on his brother and find the two of them together. ‘We can walk out in the woods across the road. You can take care of your full bladder situation there. Besides, I like to watch you pee, especially out. The rest of his clothes have been removed. The heating has been turned up to the highest level possible. Alan Leighton Jones has been a closet transvestite until being found out by his boss who had planted hidden cameras in the toilet. Helen fiddles around with her very special laptop. It seems to control the mind of the pathetic male in his early fifties. “So Alan, being the only male amongst so many sex-starved women is not a good idea.” He feels inadequate. Not even a small erection against.