Before Iknew it, I was standing at the bathroom mirror holding the compact andthe lipstick in my hand. I wasn't in need of the compact, so I turned my...ttention to the tiny tube and popped the head off the cylinder beforetwisting the base. Seeing the waxy red substance emerge made me smile inremembrance. I held the tube steadily in my right hand and thought aboutwhat to do next. Sam thought I'd applied the substance expertly, but that merely told ofher total ignorance of the subject matter. I. It was showing signs of an impending triangular configuration. Something he had seen on so many women - but below the triangle was his smaller cock and balls. He was becoming a woman! His nipples stood stiff and proud as the water from the shower evaporated from his smooth body. The phone rang.He knew it would be Miranda - he let it ring a few times and picked it up."John. How's it going?" That same voice, the mocking tone in it."You bitch! What are you doing to me?" I told you, John. You're. It almost sounded like a moan. A sharp crack of thunder in the background only punctuated her misery. "Can you stay awhile? I hate to ask, but I don't want to be alone."I pondered for another moment, and said, "Would you like to come home with me? I hate to sound too forward, but..." I let it hang there, unfinished.She finally looked up and nodded weakly. "Sure, if you don't mind. I hate to be such a baby." You're not," I soothed. "Grab your stuff and I'll get the car. I'll pull up and meet you. Anthony stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. He didn’t feel cold after the warmth of the bed.-I’m glad you’ve woken up. Good morning, honey! – Lena said slicing a cucumber. – I’m cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry?Anthony’ thoughts were far from breakfast. Lena turned back and saw his huge erection. She smiled but said nothing. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot penis to her short dressing gown.-Darling, why don’t we fuck for a while?His hands were.