Within ten minutes I was a blissful pile of mush. Completely relaxed under Dale's adept hands. "Alright Adam, we're going to start on your lower back ...nd butt now, okay?" I could only mumble some lightly affirmative gibberish in return. I felt my towel being drawn back, and at the same time I thought I heard an appreciative noise coming from Dale."H-hey, wait. Towel..." I tried to voice my concern at being basically naked in front of Dale, but could barely get out any more words before I felt. Finally he uncovered one battered wooden crate that was neatly packed with ledgers, a few books, and a number of yellowed newspapers.Penny directed them to take the crate upstairs, trying to get out of the basement as quickly as she could. Once upstairs again, they unpacked the crate on a table. Homer lifted several of the folded newspapers and opened them with a surprisingly gentle touch. They all appeared to be editions of "The Nettleton Crier". There were no pictures, to speak of, but huge. .. girl?"He thought for a moment."So if I'm a girl, that means..."He pulled his pyjama pants down. Instead of boys' underpants, he now hadpink panties on. There was no bulge in the front at all."It can't be..."He pulled the panties down to look. There was no penis there. Instead,there was a vertical slit. He knew this was a vulva."So it's true," he whispered, "only girls can have pussies. Santa turnedme into a girl!"Paul wasn't sure whether to be excited or disappointed. He liked the ideaof. He could see that her gorgeous buttocks were still a glowing scarlet from the thorough spanking that he had administered."Please don't rape me!" Betty pleaded, looking up at him with troubled eyes."You're going to be begging for it by the time I'm through with you!" Frank promised. "Now take off your clothes!"Watching him apprehensively, Betty complied. Off came her black jumper and white blouse, and the voluptuous young secretary lay in front of him attired only in steeply pointed white.