However, I thought she and Sheila could do something together. As far as I knew, Sheila had no drawing skills, but no one had a better eye. For the mo...ent, I showed Sarah what little I knew of using perspective in drawings.That night I slept like a rock, perhaps because I had already made my decision. The company would learn to service itself. It was a simple idea, but one that would influence everything. For one thing, I was not the only one who would have the responsibility, so I would need. When the machine stopped humming, a beautiful young woman stood in the glass booth. She looked like an eighteen-year-old model. She opened the door and stepped out. I was shocked by the transition. It had to be fake. Even modern science could not change someone so dramatically. It was impossible. Yet I saw it happen. My wife changed from an old woman to this gorgeous creature."How do you like my new body," Nancy asked me showing off her tits.The only response that I gave to Nancy's. Did it again with the same result. Finally, we got a little rhythm and I really started fucking her. And I didn’t care about if she was enjoying it like I had with every single one of my other partners/lovers. I just didn’t care.I reached around and grabbed her tits and pulled and kneaded them roughly. I pulled at her nipple stud so bad that I felt her hand grab mine to stop me from doing it. I took her message and let go and took a more strong balance for deeper thrust into her by. It got me the job.I found the changing room, a clothes rail outside. I selected an outfit. A purple thong with a side clip for a quick release, a purple cup-less bra, and a purple cloak, edged with faux fur. The crème de la crème was the purple mask and feathered headdress that went with it. I found a pair of ankle boots. These would do fine. No one would recognise me. By the time it was my turn the club had filled up, it was packed. My music played, “I am Titanium” and I walked out, suddenly.