I agreed, and took her hand and guided her inside my house. Sherry looked around and complimented me on the way the interior of my house looked. I tha...ked her. At that time we were in the breakfast room area. Sherry said, “I don’t think this table or these chairs are the best place for me to give you a treatment. A bed would work much better.” I told her there were three beds in three bedrooms. One bed was regular size, another was queen size, and the one in my bedroom was king size. Sherry. Shewobbled for a few seconds, as a pair of oxford shoes became a pair ofwoman's pumps, growing a four-inch heel.Her skin lightened, as razor cut black hair exploded into a mass ofstrawberry blonde curls. Her face was heart-shaped, now, with big, blueeyes, a peaches and cream complexion, and bee-stung lips. She wasbecoming the classic blonde bimbo, every teenage boy's basic wet dream.Her whole body tingled as the final change hit, and her penis and ballssank down into her body to become a. . everywhere. My penis wasn't large, but it wasn't tiny either. Gail's fingers could barely touch her thumb with her fingertips. Her hand covered half of my length. She moved her hand up until she felt the ridge separating my glans from the shaft and ran her thumb over the end.Gail must have felt my body tense up because she removed her hand from my cock. Her eyes remained affixed on it as she breathed heavily."Are you okay?" I asked her.She nodded, looked up, and smiled. Gail took my. Trust me, though, we still love what you’re doing. We hope to see you seed the wenches soon, too. They’re very cute. Especially Claere with her nice, golden tresses flowing down her lovely back,” Calliope confessed.“Okay, but don’t give them language skills like me. You’ve apparently allowed me to speak very fluent Westerosi. Thank you for that, by the way. If they can’t speak the tongue, they’ll have to translate through me. That will make them even less likely to do something crazy out of.