Apart from Mannie, the shopkeeper who was there as usual, a very tall man named Tom was also in the shop. I had seen Tom from time to time but he had ...ot really made a great impression on me. He was rather sinewy and tall, standing at about six-feet-four-inches tall. While in the shop it struck me that he was actually better looking than I had initially thought. Tom wore wellington boots, long shorts in need of a wash, and a t-shirt that had seen better days. His hands were huge and definitely. Large, round, firm with fat, dark-red nipples. They were proportioned perfectly to her body.And her body was large.I moved before the sphinx. Her breasts were so plump, so pillowy. I wanted to hug them and revel in them. Her cat-slitted eyes flicked down at me. A lazy smile crossed her lips. Then a thick tongue licked them. A hungry purr rose from her throat.The music, performed by the lamia Relaria, faded into the background as my nipples hardened beneath my white robes. My hips shifted as a. And shapely too. I must say, as days went on, it just seemed so natural for him to have these wonderful tits.....they became him immediately, and he became the girl that I wanted him to be as well....at least in appearance.It was two days before he was fully back to normal. The operation took alot out of him, and he was out of it until Sunday morning. I was there when he woke up. The first question he asked was "Were we in an accident? Why am I in this bed? Was I hurt? Are you okay,. Every so often, Frankie would smile mischievously and say,"You're pretty." I just smirked and took this as some preadolescentsilliness and let it ride. I had been called cute once or twice, but never'pretty'.Naturally one of the subjects he had a growing curiosity about was sex. OneTuesday evening, we were alone in his bedroom looking through some of hisdad's porno magazines. They weren't the typical Penthouse or Playboymagazines, but cheaper more hard-core stuff showing explicit pictures.