Hell, if I could have cut my legs off and transplanted them on Linda, I would have – and gladly. Then, a few minutes of her wiggling my legs and I b...gan wiggling something else. "Oo-OO-ooh!" she giggled, squirming her sweetly rounded butt on my stiffening prick. "You did it," I teasingly blamed her. "And it feels really good, too," she giggled, then, "lift me up," she ordered. I slid my hands under her bare butt and lifted. "That's the way, sweetie," her voice went suddenly husky as she reached. She was saying something. My ears picked up, “I want you”. Was a fantasy about to be realized?Alas, no. Waking up a bit more, I learned that what she was saying was “I want you to wake up and stay awake until I can get a cardiologist here. Your heart has been stopping for up to 15 seconds at a time.”The cardiologist arrived and diagnosed Sick Sinus Syndrome, where the sinoatrial (SA) node of the heart, its primary biological pacemaker that signals the heart to beat, stops working. There are. In the end he decided to keep his hand in his pocket and try to cover it or at least hold it in place.The last two lessons drifted past without him paying any attention, images of the other boy wanking filled his mind and he could feel the wetness on his thigh of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his still hard cock straining against the material of his trousers. When the last bell finally went he avoided his classmates and hurried down to the toilets. He went into one of the cubicles and bolted. The same long blonde hair. The same pretty face. The same magnificent pair of boobs. The same tiny waist. The same dark blonde bush hiding her pubic mound. The same long and shapely legs. Frank was now Frankie! ******* It had been weeks since Frankie had awakened in the bio life support machine. She had finally adapted to her new body. She now knew who it was that she had reminded herself of when she had met herself back in New Jersey. Her body was modeled on the blonde secretary.