This was good since they wanted to drive me to their place, so my strange vehicle was not outside. After a while we headed out to their place to play....My mind was filled with many dirty thoughts and the trip went by quickly.When we arrived we smoked some pot to calm our nerves and talked more. I finally decided to show them some of my clothes I brought to get the ball rolling. As I was showing off some of my things, I remembered that I had on my sexy bra so I removed my shirt to reveal it. They. I was an expert on this stuff. I knew when somebody was being stalked. He was hiding behind his camouflage of domestic bliss, but he was stalking the blonde, probably stripping her with his eyes and wondering what it would be like to peel that T-shirt off the mounds of her breasts and plant his lips over the nipples and ... and... Little did he know but the stalker was being stalked.The four of us must have looked comical as we followed each other around the store, a couple of perverts and. I quickly zapped her with the Converter and transformed her into my complete minion and Minister of Information in this new world order of my own making. Then I interviewed her for the new post by sliding my cock hard in and out of her pussy first, driving balls deep into her lovely Irish twat.The image of my Information Minister walking around with my spawn in her belly, her baby bump visible to the world, would only impress my subjects with my potency and virility. Not to mention that my. I turn around and see the loud nun smiling and staring between mylegs as I look down seeing no bulge. I look up and past sister and seemyself standing in the reflection of the large wall mounted mirror, and itis a little girl wearing panties with no sign of boy parts between his legs.I don?t pay attention to Sister Mary who is now pulling up short socks andcuffing them over. I look down seing little Mary Jane schoolgirl shoes on myfeet. Before I can complain, I feel mother superior buttoning up.