..you're a good little boy for me aren't you?" You want me to play with your fat cock?"She continued to speak as her two hands manipulated my organ li...e a fucking piano, playing a concerto for all to see...my head was definitely back singing and moaning the tenor and alto section.Then, just as suddenly, she stopped, and squeezed my balls. My ever increasing orgasm sank faster than a Lindsay Lohan album.I grimaced in pain as she looked into my eyes and stood up. "What the fuck...?" Came out of. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious. She knew I was married but had heard the rumour around the office that my wife fantasised about her husband with other women and wanted to see if it was true. We finished work and the office left for the pub but I had the last bit to finish off with my secretary waiting for me in case I needed something more. As I was closing down the computer she came into my office and sat down on the edge of my desk and said "are you ready boss?" I said "yes let me just tie my shoe lace". As I start to sit. I roared with laughter as Joey flooded Jerry’s bowels at last. Jerry now had the curves and sleek skin of a woman ... except that she also had a man’s genitals as well as a lady’s.“Yep, you’re a lot prettier now, Jerry. Or Jenna. Yes, that’s you now. Jenna. Folks, her name is Jenna. The good news is ... no more chastity. The bad news is ... you’re not a man anymore. You’re a futanari girl. You’ll never be a man again! Then again, that might not be such bad news after all. At least not to me. A.