Helen rested her head back and glanced at him through half open eyes and just nodded her reply with a smile. ‘Good. Dinner should be ready in a few ...ours.’ He raised his glass and almost in a whisper he wished her a happy Christmas for the umpteenth time that morning. ‘When are you planning to play with me again?’ she asked. ‘Play? I don’t call it play what we did. It’s more…’ He thought for a while. ‘I call it love.’ ‘To be honest David, I don’t really love you.’ ‘Oh I know that. Jack is the. Another text came through. Did this one contain an image of a hard, veined dick smeared with pre-come, designed to drive her wild with desire for her man back home? Perhaps he had his hand encased around the thick shaft, fat head swollen in readiness, desperately wishing to pierce her outer defences and glide into her silky confines. Or was it a photograph of his semen splotched onto his belly, unable to contain himself after he’d seen the pictures of her juicy insides? Whatever the content,. "So. What is your name," he commanded. "M-m-m-miles," was my reply. His gloved hand slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID. WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" he roared. I understood. "P-princess ..... H-hope," I answered."Good answer- princess. This woman is Zanta. She is a sorceress of some talent. She will say she is Druscilla, the forest witch, who will reverse the spell that disguised you. Actually, it is a potion of her own devising that will make a female of you. I understand the process is not. Evenbeneath the three pairs of knickers he had on. yes, three pairs; I knowwe girls sometimes double up when we have a period but three pairs juststrikes me as greedy.I don't think he had a clue as to what delights were on offer! If hedid, he certainly didn't want them. No, and I wasn't put off by the allfrilly underwear either; I'd have been willing to give it a go. I tendto wear the plainer style with a larger gusset myself, but hey-ho.I suppose I've lost some of my allure since I stopped.