" Yeah. Well, I'd better let you go." Call me again, okay?" Bye." Sandy hung up. Suddenly he needed to get out, to getaway from his absurd existence. ...e grabbed his purse andran out the door, all dressed up with no place to go.* * *Sandy drove for miles up the Pacific Coast Highway, pastthe Santa Monica Pier where he had saved Ashley's life, andup the coast into Malibu. Pretty girls in convertibles arenot a rare sight in Southern California, but Sandy wasattracting more than his share of. They make us happy to be men, and yet, make us long to be infants again.”Jake pulled his hand back, again dousing the physical sensations. Lizzie groaned. Jake unbuttoned two more buttons, making more of her chest accessible though not exposed to sight. He put his fingertips on her sternum, just below the bra. This time when the feeling of arousal returned to her sex, it was stronger and every second it strengthened further. She broke into a light sweat. Her breathing quickened.Jake put his. I loved to chat with them and their strong demeanour made me feel even more feminine.I had been chatting with John for a couple of weeks, about my fantasies. And let me get this straight, that's all they were fantasies. I mean I talked of having implants, of being tattooed, hair permanently removed etc but did I really want that? I also talked of humiliation, being exposed etc, but really that was the last thing I wanted. It just turned me on.At some point, John started pushing for a meet, but. “What do you remember about your transformation? Tell me, and I’ll help you make sense of it.”“At first it was painful, like there was fire beneath my skin. I could see my heart beating through my chest, as though my flesh were paper-thin. Then my head started to ache, and all my memories flashed through my head. I remembered things I had forgotten for years, things from when I was still a baby. Then other memories came to me. These memories were not my own, and they weren’t as detailed. They.