Her mouth remained shut, but curled slightly at the corners.There were so many surprises. Margaret steered me, still slightly stunned, to the Landrove.... We didn't take the road as I expected, but the gated track behind the house down which we sometimes walked for a breath of fresh air after hours in the overheated library. It was muddy, deeply rutted from regular use, and when the headlights stopped dancing over the tree-trunks and last season's old man's beard, they came to rest on another. Ifell on the floor writhing in pain. I could feel and hear my bonescracking as I continued to writh on the floor. I managed to roll ontomy hands and knees and looked on in horror as I saw my fingernails beginto grow. The pain subsided a bit which allowed me to get up and make myway to the bathroom. I turned on the light and was shocked as my facialhair began to recede and my facial features began to feminize. Then thepain returned especially in the hips and butt region as it felt ad. He had to have been in his fifties mid to late I guess.He still had a full head of hair but was steel grey. HE was dressedrather formally for this party. Compared to the other guest that is.He flashed me a smile."Good day do you young lady," he said being polite."Hello," I replied to him not really understanding how this was going toplay itself out."Allow me to introduce myself my name is Logan Kilmore," he said as hetook my hand and kissed it.A little taken back by the odd gesture I had to. Last year I walked into the bathroom, the door was half ajar, Marie was brushing her hair and wearing only a pair of white nylon panties, her large breasts were so white and soft looking, she had showered, her skin was moist so her panties were nearly transparent as she combed her black hair. I was stunned Marie was not just a sexy hottie, she was smoking hot with big tits. That vision remains with me and sometimes I beat the meat thinking of Marie's tits.I was watching TV tonight and Marie was.