’ ‘Everything’s not going to be alright,’ she whispered, looking up at him, her eyes wet with tears. He took her head in his hands and wiped t...e tears on her cheeks away with his thumbs. ‘Why do you say that?’ he asked, turning her so that she had to look at him, making her straddle his hips, her stomach sticking into his. ‘I’m so worried, Will,’ she said, biting her lower lip as she tried not to cry again. ‘Why, El?’ he whispered. She dropped her head in her hands and cried again, shaking. Grabbing the purse, I got out and started walking back to my house, glad that it was only a couple miles. I saw more weirdness and confusion on my way home, which left me more uncertain than before, but in a way, relieve. Relieved that I wasn't the only person like this. That I wasn't the only man to have suddenly changed into a woman. And Relieved, realizing how many people had come out of this, even worse than I had. The thought of suddenly changing into an 80 year old man, really sent. How they were happy with it, how they were proabably comfortable with it. But what caught our, as I can speak, ‘rage’ was one moment where Donna said that they had sex on the armchair! Can you believe it? Sex on our armchair! How could they?At first it enraged us, but Charlotte realized that it could be a nice fantasy. You know, having sex outside the traditional place those things happen. But here is the deal: we wanted to have sex there, on that armchair. We always thought how good was for. My mind and body was on auto pilot as I just inhaled deeply. He switched to my other nostril and I inhaled a second time.My hand was now rubbing his stomach, raking through the thick hair. Without even thinking I was combing my fingers through his pubic hair as his cock was resting on the back of my hand. "Mmmm that feels so nice baby," Brian purred.I looked up into his eyes and he hugged me closer forcing our faces to come together as he kissed me. His lips touched mine and his tongue forced.