My hands then betrayed me and started slowly roaming down my smooth stomach fur, then ever so gently along each hip bone making me shiver in pleasure....Slowly, my hands pushed my blanket down exposing my petite, thin, but healthy, hourglass figure. My fur glistened in the light. My right hand continued its path while my left returned higher to my right breast, massaging it while tweaking the nipple and gently tugging the fur. Meanwhile, my other hand slid further down to start making gyrations. Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous, you are beautiful. His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the. What the bejesus does it do?" Ummm... ," I uttered. This was a conversation I did not really want."Can it time travel or bring things to life or what?"I sighed and shook my head. "It brings characters to us"."What do you mean characters?" People. Well entities of people." He looked at me and looked back at the machine. "Characters from books." We already have that, mate. It's called films. That's a shit thing to build," he replied derisively."Yeah, you're right," I told him. "Silly idea". He. Officially they were now lomen, not quitewomen, but no longer men; it reflected that they were low testosteronemen. But they were usually referred to as nu-girls as a kind of slangterm, since for most of them they were totally new to all of thesefeminine requirements. Of course, some older men tried to combat thechange using hormone injections, but pharmaceutical companies didn'treally make much of the synthetic testosterone any longer and had infact found a more lucrative market in.