About that time, a woman came out of one of the rooms. She was dressed in an almost see-through robe and not a whole lot else under it. ‘What going ...n Kyle? Who are these people?’ ‘We’re friends of Chrissy Lane. We’ve come to pick up her belongings. Your friend Kyle here seems to object. Who are you?’ I replied. ‘I’m…I’m Rose, Rose Geller. I work at the Gentlemen’s club across town. I came home with Kyle last night,’ she replied very nervously. ‘Well Rose, I suggest you just sit down until we. After what I saw in my dreams, sleep wasn’t what I wanted. Sleep or no sleep, though, I was thinking there’d be more, more ghosts, worse ghosts, and that the ghosts were probably hungry...Lacking sleep left me both alive and dead. I felt like my head was slurry, wet and sloshy with cytoplasm. I lay in bed, supine, awake to the night, reading my phone in the dark, my room black as marble.A story popped up on my phone, a local news story of three people drowning to death in a manure pit. A. One day I said that we should train her ass to open up and take it there too. She was a bit aprehensive initially but she did well and she got to the point that she could orgasm anally only without other erogenous zones being stimulated. Of course we allways ended with filling two of her holes at the same time. Eventually we did her three holes. Dildos, spider and my cock. At all this time my ass continued to get fucked secretely. I kept enjoying my male "g" spot as much as possible. But one. I reach for the dress and pull it over my head and smooth it down my body. I go over to the full length mirror that my sister has and looked into it.WOW! I don't see the slightly feminine boy that had once been me, but a stunning woman. This so far has been my best transformation. I think I look at least 21 this time. I go downstairs and romp around the living and look at the clock and realize that it was nearly 8 o'clock in the evening. I had always wanted to go out of the house but had never.