My futa-dick was tucked into my panties, soft and constricted. My skirt almost hid my bulge, but you could still see it. “You have to keep them dist...acted for a few minutes,” my sister said. She bounced on my bed, the eighteen-year-old girl looking even younger. “This will be awesome!”I smiled at Allie's enthusiasm. I used to think she was a brat, but thanks to the fact I'd developed futanari syndrome today, I had a new-found appreciation of her mischievousness. I pulled on my blouse, her grin. She kept looking at me for reassurance. I slowly pushed the head inside and she was holding her breath. When she realized it was going in she was not so worried, so I pulled it back a bit, then forward, covering her ass inside with lube. With about half my cock in I was able to start fucking her. I asked how it was and she said its OK, not as sore as she thought. I said well now I am the first guy to fuck your ass and I like it. I said you know you can't tell anybody, especially your husband.. It wasshaping up but I was growing more confident. All the outfits for me werequite outr?: figure hugging, short, sparkly and very extrovert. It wouldrequire quite an adventurous lady to wear them. But they would stand outwherever they went and so would appeal to the more extrovert lady.We went back to the apartment exhausted. Tomorrow would be a big day.Amanda removed my breast forms and I stripped off my makeup and crawledinto bed. Amanda too was mentally and physically exhausted. I. Michael felt another subtle shift as he crossed the threshold and entered the castle.As quickly as his energies had been enlivened when they had crossed the border into Nogardshire now it seemed the flow had reversed. It was not exactly a gentle change.The feeling was one of having ... tension placed on every inch of your body, like some unseen magnetic force was trying to gently pull the energy from his cells.The feeling was so odd that he paused just inside the door, leaning a bit on Millie.