That is, if you count the absence of mydick and its replacement by a barely visible slit normal. My usually bushyhair was kind of flattened and covere... with brownish milky slime. A bitscared I touched it. It felt normal too, beside the sticky mess, of course.When I turned my hand, my finger had the same red-brownish tint and smeltcoppery and rusty. BLOOD! I touched the area but I could see and feel nowound. Everything looked and felt as if it had ever been like that.Slowly and carefully as if. ”“Well they can’t have one,” I said, firmly. “Once was bad enough.”“So it wasn’t fulfilling for you?” said Gloria.“What kind of question is that?” I asked. “Do you want me to admit I loved it?” I froze. I shouldn’t have added that last part.“Did you?”“Gloria, I’m trying to salvage my relationship with you, not torpedo it.”“They loved it,” she said, calmly. “It was very important for them, a turning point in their lives. It was a positive turning point, Bob. If I didn’t believe that, we wouldn’t. The equipment that had before proclaimed hismaleness sunk into itself, soon replaced by a small slash where his sexhad once resided. A small tuft of hair equal in shade and color to thehair crowning his head emerged just above it and signaled the end ofthat particular region's change. Finally his legs shortened and thinnedout, adjusting to the wideness of his new hips as the hair that hadbeen there faded away. Chris' feet molded into a smaller, more petiteform.Her chanting stopped, and she. The girls left when I said I had just a couple more questions. I was more interested in our sexual relationship, and that's where my questions headed. Before I could get started, though, she led things off."I normally don't do girls," she said quietly. "I guess I just got carried away." You didn't hear any complaints from me. It was my first time with a woman."She smiled slightly. "I'll take that as a compliment." Once in a while," I said, "I can really go for it." How does it feel to be doing.