I was in the same predicament as Martin. I wasn't prepared to have my interest so publicly noted, so I hunched down where I sat, slid the shorts down ...y legs, and sat there in my boxers, hoping the loose material might disguise my erection for a little longer. No such luck. Lee commented without delay."You got a gun in those boxers John? Oh no, I see what it is."I'm sure my face turned bright red, but I said nothing. I didn't look back at Louise though. I didn't dare. Lee reached over and. Finally,their color changed to a bright pink, adorned with black lacing. Iadmit, I felt strange wearing this. The bra hung loose off my shoulders,void of any tits to full them. The same goes for the panties, as theywere short two plump cheeks. A few seconds passed before I felt waves ofnumbness flow through my body enacting even more changes.The first changes occurred in my skeleton, reshaping my structure into afeminine one. My height shrunk, and my legs grew, causing me to stumble.My waist. Then she pushed away and pulled down again trying to help her new lover bring her to climax.Isabella was fucking Paula as hard and fast as she could, all while teasing her breasts and abs with kisses. She could hear Paula building to orgasm and she pressed on harder than before. She moved her hands with such purpose and desire but she could still feel how much she wanted to cum now, it was as if her own orgasm was building from her pushing Paula to climax.Paula lost herself, everything went. Don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this isrough. This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality shouldbe inferred or expected. Copyright... are you kidding?Edited by Amanda LynnFor everything that happened, I have to blame my dad. He insisted onnaming his son (that's me) Solomon. Guess what young parents call theircute little son Solomon? Yes, you're right - Sally. Couldn't it be likeRoger or Jeff? Add to this dad's genes that he transmitted to me. Likefive feet six inches.