At this time I was working away and only got home about once a month. One weekend I was home we got an invite to dinner and overnight stay at her frie...ds which we jumped at as we didn't get much time alone together. We arrived at their house and mywife Ann introduced me to her friend Dawn and her husband Dave. She was a preety blonde about 5'7" with nice boobs and he was about 6'2", dark and well built. We were 24 at the time and they must have been about 30. Dinner was nice and the wine kept. I mean to say you are not,” she held her arms out to her side.“Ah, I think you mean I’m not as overweight as most of my species are.”“Yes, using machines and robots to work and do things, can make the weight on a human be overweight.”“Well not all humans are overweight, but thank you. I try to exercise and do more than just sit all day,” he smirked.They finished their meal as they made idle chit chat. They talked about what she was studying, about what he did at work, and other random things.. Fortescue. Now we need somebody to tell those poor devils about their change of fate. Mr. Little!”The coxswain of the captain’s gig stepped forward. He was the huge African who had escaped from a slave ship years ago. The Medusa, always in need of men, had rescued him from a tiny boat in which he had escaped. Since his African name was too much for the British, he was re-christened to John Little, a small joke in reference to the sidekick of Robin Hood. As John Little, or Little John, he had. I do not claim that this is a new story but my version of an existing one. I cannot remember were I read the story, or what the title was but I am grateful to the original author. The original was written from the female's perspective, this is from the males.I stood looking in the mirror, my reflection still causing me to shudder. The shoulder length blond hair, the makeup, the low cut leather mini dress revealing an ample cleavage, the black tights and knee length black boots not my normal.