You need to do this to make us both strong."Cynthia's meandering whispers put Johnny at ease. She had already reached down to insert his cock into he..., and she was writhing on it just as Melanie had during their fling. In the same way, Johnny's mind sank into a relaxed serenity as he felt himself consumed by becoming Cynthia."The sun's disk dies on the western wind," gasped the young lady, filling herself with Johnny's erection and his consciousness. "That's why I'm so afraid of this stupid. Myron, the helmsman, managed a nervous smile in reply. The captain turned back to his console and gave his reply in the same droning voice that the NASS operator had. "We are 'Free Lunch', freelance merchant, registered in Old Eurasia, ID: 791114SVE. We carry Terran cattle the New Amazonan government. We have license to conduct trade on New Amazona."The captain transmitted the message as well as an attachment with the trade licence. NASS' answer came just a few seconds later."Confirmed. You are. Next was the problem of a costume. We never had store bought costumes, but our outfits were always very creative. Especially when my sisters were in charge. This time though, they were a bit agitated that they had to spend valuable primping time on me, and took out their agitation by taking me to mom's room and began by selecting some underwear for me to put on. I complained, but they said they had no time to argue, and if I wanted to go out, I would do as they said. I harrummphed a bit but. “Because I’m not necessarily always going to be able to be here,” he said, quite reasonably. “And when I’m not, you’ll have to supervise, so I want to be sure you’ll be able to do that. Like you said, we don’t want any teenage fingers rolling across the stage.”“I don’t have time for that,” she said.“Don’t tell me you’re going to make those poor kids rehearse all day Saturday,” he said, smiling.“Of course not,” she said.“Then Saturday we turn you into a carpenter,” he said, as if that were.