Wanda isn't fat. She is what I would call voluptuous. She's got an ass that stops traffic every time she walks down a street; long black hair that han...s down to her waist; and her tits - her tits are to die for. Why she is wasting her time taking them pills, riding that exercycle, doing all those exercises is beyond me because I like her just the way she is. Hell, not only me, but half the guys I know have told me they'll take her if I ever decide to get rid of her.Despite my earlier "stupid. Our bodies touch and he puts his hand round my waist. "Isn't this what Uncle Creep did to you, in your diary? Now kiss me, Victoria." I swallow hard and move my lips to his. He pulls my waist, squashing me against him again. Our lips touch and his grey beard scratches my face, just like I imagined it would when I wrote about it. Even now I feel like the helpless girl I yearn to be, forced by my cruel uncle to do such things as this.....and worse! He forces his tongue in my mouth and my slight. He was a woman. Somehow, impossibly, he'd been changed intoa woman.Years of dealing with the unexpected as he grew up served Tyler well.He fought the instinct to panic, and assessed the situation. The womanin the mirror - himself - was of average build, and moderatelyattractive. She was well-toned, just like Tyler had been, and hadlittle excess fat. Her brown hair was short, and, being wet, it washard to say how it was styled, but Tyler suspected, from the cut, thatit was a bob with the. I wore a deep reddish brown long hair wig with big curls at the ends under my dark brown hair. I even wore 20-carat teardrop-shaped diamond earrings that have a built-in microphone and tape recorder in both of them. I met with all five of the guys. They were all handsome. I sat down next to the leader, Frank. He introduced me to Thomas, Kenneth, Donald, and Gerald. Their ages ranked from early to mid-20s. They all looked more like male models who should be in Playgirl than mobsters. I listened.