I moved away and knelt between her thighs. I put one hand on one of her knees, the other hand on the other. I pressed my lips to her inner thighs and ...an my lips all the way up to her crotch, and then moved my lips down her other thigh to her knee. Oh, God, I love that, she said softly. I reached up and unsnapped her shorts. She moved her butt off the couch for a second, and tugged at the hem, pulling them and her panties down with one movement. I pulled them down to her ankles, and she kicked. The mist around "him"solidified then disappeared, becoming skin. Standing above him was a manin his late twenties, with black hair and average looks. He was dressedin a pants and simple shirt. He seemed to be looking himself over,surprised.Shawn sat sprawled on the ground where the guy had pushed him and lookedat himself. He looked down over his breasts to see that his hips hadindeed flared out from a tiny waist, covered in a shiny powder blueoutfit. And..and..Oh No! His penis was gone! . In 1950, a local mink rancher bought a product from a really big chemical company and was guaranteed the product wouldn't harm the mink but it would kill the particular mite the mink had.Mink coats were a status symbol at the time ... even a stole meant prestige and power. A full length coat cost thousands.This mink rancher was well established and raised high quality animals ... he had contracts to supply pelts to several big name furriers ... furriers who advertised in places like The New. He had been orphaned at age two after a terrible car accident to which he had a scar running down the length of his back as a reminder, then raised by his aunt Betty. Then with her untimely death 4 years later in another car crush, he was bounced around from foster home to foster home. Fortunately for him he was never mistreated or abused like some kids, but the downside was he was never in one place for too long to develop any kind of friendships. This was a very lonely upbringing for him, so.