I open my mouth to scream but he’s faster he puts a large hand over my mouth and I can feel the hard skin on my soft lips and the smell of nicotine ...n his fingers he pulls me to him and holds me to him with an arm around my back I struggle but he’s too strong and holds me easily a mocking smile on his lips he looks into my eyes with dark blue piercing soulless eyes and says “shh I don’t want to hurt you but I will if I have to” I stop my struggle his eyes seem to see into my soul he sees my. "No!" I say again, but reality begins to take hold. With fear I touch my head, pulling my hair. It's to long. At sunset I had a short, stylish Caeser cut, now it's at least shoulder length. I trace my form, trying to deny what my hands tell me is true. I am female, at least externally, and everything else turns black. How we get down the mountain, I cannot say, the memories are lost in a haze of mist and panicked shrieks. Amy stumbles over every root, shouting profanities and beating. ...." Tracey said. This was a different Traceynow, though. She was no longer a mousy brunette, she was a stunningredhead.I touched myself. I was so happy to be back. My body seemed wholeagain; no tiny titties, no useless little cock between my legs. Istretched, feeling every muscle in my body sing with joy. I felt sorryfor that unhappy little guy, wherever he was. I knew I had to help himsomehow, but I wasn't exactly sure how.I looked at Tracey. She looked even better than I remembered. I didn't mention to him that my experiences with a bi-gendered Anna had taught me a great deal about the m-bot psyche, or that Luxe had offered some valuable tips.As a lover, Mach V was immensely satisfying, and not simply because his technique was excellent and his energy boundless. It was special because of how it was for him.Mach V said he came to each of us because he didn't have a full-time partner of his own right now, and wanted to keep his sexual functioning in top form during this.