They were hairy, misshapen and absolutely not mine!There was a looking-glass on the wall I went to it. But that wasn't me, I blacked out.I picked myse...f up off the floor and looked again at the image in the looking glass, it was a man ... I was a man.I sat back on the bed and pulled the covers around me. I was confused - Just what had happened to me? I concentrated and entered my library, I knew that I had read about transformations before, but this didn't feel like that, this was .... Anjali gasped and recoiled back in her bed. Her father-in-law was soaked to the skin, water dripping down his thick grey beard, which reached down to his chest.His eyes were sunken and red, and he looked like a vagrant in his muddy wet clothes. His cock was sticking out from between the folds of his lungi, rock hard and covered in veins. “Rukmini,” he called her. That was his wife’s name. She passed away a few years after Anjali’s husband did.He sat beside her on the bed and the stench of urine. Yeah. I am absolutely and verily enjoying and taking pleasure in this.To be honest with you—on the other hand—at times I do wish that I am dead. Every inch and consummately dead. Dead like those two boys, Cooper and Vaughn, whose deaths I am responsible for. I didn't mean to do it. I just did it unwillingly and forcedly. That is what always happens when I break the rules. That is how things always end up whenever I become a little bit stupid and stubborn and yielding and careless. Awful and. She was mobbed getting off the stage, so Darryl decided to stay where he was, so she could find him. A very distinguished gray-haired lady came over to him. "You must be the handsome Darryl I've heard so much about. I'm Sarah Purdy, her music teacher. I suppose we must be equally proud of Courtney." I'm very pleased to meet you, Ms. Purdy, and congratulations on your skills as a teacher. Tell me, is she as good as I think she is?" Forgive me for correcting you, but it's a teacher's habit..