"Pay attention," she nibbled me. "I told you that feminineoutdose masculine to stop your lover from changing into a womansince you are now a woman you...will not change back to man!" I can't change back???" I didn't say that. I only stated that it won't work thatway. For now I must find something to undo this." She left thelivingroom and went to her study, leaving me behind.After an hour she came out, took my worn T-shirt and went backin. An half an hour later the door opened and my wife. On Saturday I got in the car and went to the address she gave me in one of the suburbs of the city. When I got to the block, I called her from my cell phone and she said she was waiting for me. I went upstairs, hugged and kissed at the door, but in a friendly way, she invited me in. She made coffee, we talked for a long time, drank coffee and had fun, but she didn't say a word about the photos. At one point I told her: are we going to take pictures, and she told me: well, yes, but you don't. I think he saw that in me in the darkness. ‘Look lassie’, he said soothingly, ‘it’s dark in here and I can hardly make you out’, by now he was alongside me and put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. I could smell the beer from him and stale sweat, but somehow on the bleak night as the rain fell, I was being comforted, and as he pulled me to him, my hands were against his cock, he had forgotten to put himself back into his pants, and now I was touching it, and he did not notice I was. Amya was already up and making breakfast. I got up and get dressed. Akira was already up and gone. This was good because I had to take a piece of furniture over to a client at 9. I really didn’t want to go over smelling of sex, that and if Akira is anything like Amya I’m not going to have any energy at all. Amya had just finished making breakfast. She has on her favorite Kimono which she only wears when she gets ready for bed or up in the morning. “Morning love” I said to my sexy woman.“Morning.