Sandy Beech had come to me when I was at my lowest. I was going to have to return to my home, not as I left, but as a Woman. I had been changed into...something I had not wanted. I was a walking Wet Dream, The kind in Penthouse or one of those girly mags. I was outrageously beautiful. I had F cup tits and the frame to carry them. I had had plastic surgery done to my face and of course, I had been changed into the appearance of a fully functional woman. Now, normally I would have demanded. At seven that evening, I rang their apartment bell. Jaya opened the door dressed in a brilliant light blue chiffon saree, tastefully worn and very transparent, with a matching sleeveless blouse. She greeted me and invited me in with a broad smile. My eyes were again stuck on her beautiful body. I struggled for words.She had me seated in the living room and got busy getting snacks. My eyes followed her every movement. Taking in the exposed flared hips, smooth white tummy, her exposed right boob. After a few minutes Farhan turned me around and gave me the best, most loving kiss I have ever had. We kissed for several minutes, my hard nipples rubbing against his chest, his cock pressed against my stomach?I think we need to go inside don”t you? He said? I want you? I gasp? Make love to me big brother? I have wanted to fuck you for a long time baby girl. Damn you look good? He said as his eyes scanned from my tits to my shaved pussy. Picking me up in his arms Farhan kissed me again then. He collected another bottle and filled the glasses for his girls…Hmm, my girls, he thought. I like that.Gracie and Candy wasted no time embracing and falling onto the bed. They kissed passionately, tongues dancing. Each of them was pinching and pulling on the other’s nipples. Moans escaped both their mouths as if they had been away from each other for months. They hungrily sucked on each other’s tongues for what seemed like an hour.Gracie raised herself up from Candy, smiled mischievously,.