I can assure you that people willsee your cute outfit and big tits and look no further, intheir eyes you are just another pretty girl visitingsomeone'... home. Of course with those nice firm tits andlong legs topped by that tight little ass you might have tofight off some of the guys." Gee honey you certainly know how to encourage a body don'tcha?" My sarcasm was of course wasted on her but it didmake me feel as if I had at least a little control over mylife.Succumbing to the inevitable I. “No. Two motorbikes,” David replied.The grumble now clearly defined as two motorcycle engines was confirmed when two motorbikes crested the rise of the low hills and began to descend towards the roadhouse; two blurred orbs wavered like a mirage then solidified into two headlights.David and Michelle both smiled. Hopefully one of the riders could ride back and get help.As the motorcycles got closer Michelle’s smile turned to a frown.The motorcycles were choppers, extended forks, custom paintjobs,. I have not included anything like a detailed account of my contacts with them, but that really played very little role here. The trip went just fine. Jenny and Christine were already good friends and the chatted about girl stuff it seemed like forever and as I listened as we drove I could detect, recalling my own language learning experiences, how quickly Christine was picking up Jennifer’s expressions and mimicking back her vocabulary and little nuances as her English expanded. I realized I. Good, I thought. I'm going to die. The pain will soon be over, and I won't have to live as a woman.I fainted. When I awoke, I was breathing normally again. It disappointed me to be still alive and still feeling such intense pain. My shoulder blades were aching and shrinking. My collarbones were painfully shortening themselves. Everything beneath them was completely free of pain, and female. This body was not mine. I was a head, a neck, and a pair of contracting shoulders. Below me, a headless.