"Jack?" I offered it to her after takingenough to wet my whistle."Thanks, Cap." She put the flask to her lips and her eyes went wide!I felt something ...ting my neck."Alex!" Jack spit water from her mouth as she screamed out my name.I reached back and felt something stuck in my neck. Pulling it out, Iobserved that it was a small blue, fletched dart of some kind.An intense burning started to radiate from the wound."What the hell is this? I gasped out as I continued to look at thething.The intense. I begged for him to really fuck me. I craved his cock like a junkie craved drugs. Finally I managed to get his shorts and boxers off. His cock sprang up to me as if begging me to open up and let it in my waiting pussy. I felt like I would die without it.Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of the exquisite torture Greg pulled me forward and shoved into me. Just the feeling of him deep inside me was the most perfect feeling in the world. My muscles squeezed him with each thrust in.. His place was a typical apartment. Earth-tone furniture with white walls that made you feel that you were inside an ice box without it being cool. The refrigerator look. He walked to his kitchen and yes I looked at the movements of his ass while he went to get the beer. I think he knew I was staring. It was warm inside, but that only made the cold beer he offered more satisfying. He pulled off his shirt. "I'm hot," he said. I smiled not knowing how he meant it. I envied that he had hair on his. They all had tiny feet. With my transformation complete, I checked myself in the mirror adjusted my wig and walked out to show Gigi. ‘Oh my God! s/he squealed walking up to me. ‘You’re adorable!’ But then with a wink s/he got in my face. ‘For a chemo patient! That old wig looks like something people would get to hide the fact that all their hair had all fallen out! And as for these clothes, they look like some frumpy shit you stole from your mom’s! Admit it! I know your type’ Gigi was making.