.pain. Zach felt his ribs crack and shift, sendingunimaginable pain straight to his brain. He rushed to his bathroom andthrew open the toilet and puke... his guts out. As he heaved, his hairbegan to lighten and his frame continued to shift. His figure shrunkand shrunk as he heaved out excess mass. Zach brushed the hair out ofhis eyes as he pulled himself away from the toilet, feeling like hehadn't eaten in days. The feeling of his shifting organs then hit himand he almost went into shock. Zach. My neighbors are typically older retired people, mostlynow widowed but still living in the same houses they had shared for thirtyyears or more. My house has a secluded patio and a nice size pool at thevery back in what I `thought’ to be a private location, behind thegarage. I say `thought’ because recent events have proven me wrong.About two months back, I was enjoying a long weekend of kicking back, andindulging my fantasy about being dressed as a woman. In these fantasies, Iam forced, by some. Fitzpatrick…William!’ William jumped and fell out of the seat. His mechanical pencil tip slammed into his hand when he landed on the floor and he yelped, half from the shock of being awakened and half from the pain that now shot through his right hand. ‘SHIT! God…oh, fuck, that hurts!’ He looked down at the pencil that now lay on the floor and at his hand which was bleeding. ‘Oh, goodness, William, I’m so sorry.’ Mrs. Winston knelt down beside him and leaned over to examine his bleeding hand.. Crysta can hear his mirth through her lusty haze and it grounds her, pulling her back to the present. Marcel's sensual assault on her mouth continues. His warm tongue continues to slip in between her lips exploring and titillating her sensitive, wet skin.“Please, please?” She whispers into their embrace, against the heat of his kisses, in the sharp air she can gasp. She pulls away for a reluctant moment. The question goes unfinished. Marcel examines her fine features. Her cheeks are flushed and.