Jeff and I often joked and talked about sex. We'd k** each other about interracial sex and what our baby might look like. He was so black and I was so...white neither of us could quite imagine what our c***d would look like. Yeah, I know this was a strange relationship, but I was attracted to Jeff and we k**ded all the time like that.Anyway, one night after working the swing shift, we got off at midnight. We joked and flirted about going out to a nightclub. My husband was over until very late. I was instantly in pursuit and just as quickly brought my lance to the front of his ankle with as much force as I could muster and brought him down. When he went to roll over to scramble up, he saw me poised and my lance went into his neck in front pushing him back down. A clean kill if it was a battle lance. The horn sounded again signifying the end of the match and my Unit’s flag was raised as the victor.As I turned to return to my Unit, I looked again over my shoulder and gave my opponent. Lisa shook her head over that as well.Her bladder relieved, Lisa looked around the bathroom and saw it had afull length mirror. She found the light switch and flicked it on. Sheclosed her eyes and took a breath before turning to face herself in themirror.What she saw upon turning and looking brought more tears to her eyes.She was gone. The man she'd been was back. Perhaps not fully back butreturned after many a year's absence.Her build wasn't muscular by any means but was clearly. Hell, a lot of the times even I'm not serious about it. It's all just a game on those apps really.Such was the case one Friday night. Only this time I was really, really horny and really wanting to hook up. Like I said, I don't hook up often, but when I do I always make sure that it's something worth while. Tonight's specimen was a hot, beefy, muscular jock who wanted to be a total cum slut for me. He wanted to take my cock and to snowball my cum back and forth. Or at least, he said he did. He.