It really was no big deal, we put on a chick-flick and enjoyed the wine. Then Connie started laughing.“What’s so funny?”“You called this a ‘...hick-flick.' One of my friends once told me the difference between a chick-flick and other movies is that there’s talking in it.” We laughed together, maybe a little harder than we might have if we hadn’t been near the bottom of the bottle of wine. We were on the couch and she actually fell off onto the floor laughing.Still giggling, I tried to help her. He had spent thelast two weeks setting things up for his new female self. Not too longearlier he came across a website that promised magic trinkets totransform the body. He almost passed it off as another fake sitepeddling crap to the more foolhardy people but saw a listing for a soapthat could turn him into a woman. Intrigued, he clicked on the optionthat offered a free sample. Soon after it arrived he tried it out. Thefree sample was a bar of soap the size you'd see hotels offer. When heused. It bobbed hard before him. He was so ready for me. So eager to love me. His hairy balls swung beneath, sending heat through me.My husband had had a vasectomy. I wasn't on the pill. My son could put another child in me.I shuddered and smiled. “Wonderful. Now get over here and love your mother.”He nodded, stumbling towards me in a daze, his thick dick bobbing before him. He looked so sexy. I groaned, savoring the lusty look in his eyes. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I fanned my face, the heat. Finally!!! We made it to her place; we thank him and made our way inside. We noticed her parents car outside and the first thing that went through my head was “fucking hell, how dare they spoil this for me†hahaha I looked at her and she just told me to be quiet as we worked our way into the downstairs rooms. I was still astounded that we got inside quietly when she pushed me onto a couch, locked lips with mine, straddling me. Our lips worked like only two hormonal teenagers lips could. I.