”“What do you do, Angie?” I asked.“I’m a data entry operator for an insurance company.”“Husband? Kids?” I asked.Anna kicked me under t...e table, and I saw a tear in Angie’s eye which told me I’d asked the wrong question.“No,” Angie said, dejectedly.“Are you still in touch with Pete and Melanie?” Anna asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.“Yes, of course. Pete’s a US Marshal and Melanie is one of the leading criminal defense lawyers in the city.”“We used to double-date, back in High. She decided to tell her about thechange.She started to tell Carolyn, "That you were a guy and he was married tome. He was a cross-dresser, i.e. he loved to wear dresses and high heelshoes. I was very unhappy about that, so I gave him a herb. The nextday, you were her." Carolyn was shocked. She didn't know what to say.She said to Elizabeth that, "I have to think about this."She drove and drove in to the night. She came back at about noon today.She told Elizabeth that she talked to Peter. "Sick." I complained. Removing the mud did nothing to make the thingsprettier. The fronts of my breasts were adorned with dark areolas, thedeep green-brown of a stagnant pond, gigantic dinner plate things thattook up most of the front of the teat. Worse, the ends of the areolaswere lined with a scattered fairy-ring of more wiry, green-black hairs.I still couldn't see my nipples properly. Apparently, mine were innies.I had to find a way to see myself better. See...Wait. I was in a cave, in a dim. He eased his hand up my body and to my stomach. He slowly eased his hand down my belly and to my shorts. He slipped his hand into my shorts and eased it down to the slit of my pussy. I was almost shaking as his fingers entered my pussy. I was so wet. His fingered just applied a good amount of pressure at first but he slowly eased his fingers down and up deep inside. He began to stroke his fingers in and out with much pressure. I couldnt take it anymore. My hips started bucking back and forth.