I didn’t turn on the lights because the light coming from the living room was enough to see in the kitchen. After putting down the empty glass on th... kitchen counter, I turned to leave and I saw my dad approaching. “Hey, Dad, when did you come?” I asked. “Just a couple of minutes before I heard you parking your car in the garage,” Dad replied. “How was your date with Stacy?” I asked. Stacy was my neighbor with whom I managed to hook him up again. “Not really good, I don’t find any other woman. “I just believe in moderation. She loved feminism more than she loved me. I don’t mind being fair, but I’d sort of like to still be able to be a man without having to apologize for it all the time.”“It’s men who have denied women an equal shot at things,” she said.He stopped eating, and looked at her. “Other men,” he said. “Not me. I’d like an equal shot at things too, and if women stereotype me, I don’t get that.”“Feminists are stereotyped,” she said. “Men think about women stereotypically all. She looked me in the eyes as I pulled her in with my free hand; starting a slow, passionate kiss.She started to moan as my fingers reached her lady parts, the sex-starved Pakistani wrapped her arms around me and began pulling me closer; as if trying to absorb me. "Take me." She whispered, wrapping her legs around mine as if to give me a sign. I lifted her up by her gorgeous legs so her huge tits rubbed against me as she cradled my head. I carried her into my partition, slowly laying her on the. Her breasts expanded to a B-Cup as her facesoftened to a delightfully feminine shape. And her hair became long redand shoulder length, her eyes became emerald green.?What is your name?? a soft voice asked.?Paula... My name is Paula,? Paula answered.?Are you a man?? the voice asked?I am... A woman.? Paula noticed her voice had become softer morefitting to her image, ?I am a woman,? she said with pride.?Who do you serve?? the soft voice asked.?I serve The Sisterhood,? Paula replied.In the control.