"Proper" didn't have a place with me anymore. "Perfect Me" no longer existed. But that didn't necessarily mean I WANTED to do drugs, have sex with ran...om strangers, or pull trains in seedy back rooms. In fact, I was pretty sure I didn't want to do ANY of those things. And let's not even approach water sports.But I AM bisexual, and that will always be a part of me. It could not be erased in some attempt to remake myself. Even if I swore off other girls, I knew my instincts would continue to lead. So imagine mysurprise when as a result of that surveillance we discovered you're notwho you appear to be, that you've always been as you are now. You werenever a man, never went through our transformation process." What are you saying? Of course I did. I used to be a fifty year oldsafe-cracker, remember? I was facing a twenty-stretch before you had mebrought to St. Searle's. You were there in your office when the stonestatuette turned me into a fourteen year old girl. So was JohnThompson." Yes,. Her sucking and teasing of my nipples was driving me wild. My arousal was like a flowing river, creating a gigantic wet spot in the crotch of my jeans. I wished I had chosen to wear a skirt, so she would have unlimited access to my womanhood. “You want what?” She slapped my face and stuffed her hand down my jeans. As she probed my depths, she said, “Mmm … we’re a little wet, are we?” I nodded emphatically, as she rubbed my clit between her fingers. I began moving my hips, grinding against her. ” Said the girl I knew. “Selena.” Said the other girl. Violet was about 5’3’’, higher b-cup breasts which were perfect for her body, and an ass I could not give justice to describe. Incredible. Selena had bigger breasts, was white-latina, and had an ass that was not as remarkable but still outstanding. Violet had brown hair, green-blue eyes, and Selena had black hair, green eyes. Selena was a bit shorter, but Violet had an amazing figure. I really liked her, she was cooler to be around and was.