‘I know you love to wear that G-string.’ She said. ‘So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you’re done drying ...ff.’I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter belt, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting,. " the voice responded in a somewhat weary tone."Do I?" Eddie asked, this time turning his head to address the voice's source directly. "I don't remember."A large whale with dark blue skin looked down at Eddie and met his gaze. It was propped up on it's haunches, like an amusement park dolphin doing tricks, and stood as proud and straight as a whale on dry land could. "No, Eddie," the whale grumbled in it's deep voice, "you never do." And though it was hard to tell from his large, broad. " Oh, you boys," she whispered back, and then she stopped talking.Hidden nicely by her coat, she spread her legs a little more, and reached down with her own hands, first to hike her dress up out of the way, and then to take hold of my own hand and guide it. She took my fingers in hers, bent them to the shape that was required, slid my hand down past the curly nest, and inserted my finger between her slippery lips.I started to speak and she shook her head slightly as she continued to assist. I. "I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"Peter wasn't sure if she was glad or sorry when her period arrived, right on schedule. The period was unpleasant, but at least it meant her body wasn't pregnant.The one day Peter had been dreading and hoping for finally happened. 'Peter' was coming out of his coma. It was time to see how Lucy would react to finding out she was now Peter.The man on the hospital bed looked at 'his' family. Peter was stunned when 'Peter' knew who they were! He said he couldn't.