.., he..." I stuttered in a soft soprano. "What hashappened to me and why can't I swear?"Jessica just looked shocked. "Oh my god," she whispered, "it ...ctuallyworked." What worked?" I shouted, distressed. There was so many strangesensations, I knew what had happened to me, but just didn't want tobelieve it."Look in my mirror," she said pointing to a full length mirror she hadin the corner of the room.There I was, quite obviously a girl. Beautiful. Brown hair fell acrossmy left shoulder in soft. They’d look at each other for a second or two and then take off again. This was an almost bi-weekly occurrence for about a month.I drove past my neighbor and best friend Phillip (call me Schmidt) and his wife Patty’s house. Phillip told me that after he had been assigned to his unit in the Marine corps, there was another man in the squad with the same last name as his. So his squad leader told him that his name was now Schmidt and that he’d damn well better answer when that name was called.. The wet cloths were giving us the benefit of almost skin to skin contact to my back on her crushed breast with erect nipples, it was an heavenly feeling, but the ride had to finish and so it finished and we reached home and bike came to a halt and as if so unwillingly she got off the bike; in the process she almost tugged my cock off. After parking the bike when I walked behind her; for the first time I stared at her wet cloths clinged full body so lustfully; and noticed she had a great figure. .."She lowered her nose to sniff between his toes. "Oh, you deserve this. I love petting your feet. I love your man-smell. And besides, you cooked me a fabulous dinner and even did the cleanup."Eliana continued with her head bent down and kissing and licking his feet as she massaged them. She gave a small laugh. "My moms would be so proud of me! When I was growing up in Cuba, they would sometimes joke and warn me when father wasn't around to be sure not to repeat their mistake. They kept.