“The only thing male about you is that little bit dangling between your legs, and you don't even use them.” “What can I say?” I answered and g...ggled. “You've done a good job in making me into a girl and I'm enjoying it immensely.” “That's good. Oh, did I tell you that if the deal is successful Robert and I are going to a swinger's retreat for a few days? He told me that if we did then he'd arrange for a really big gang bang to celebrate. We're talking about twenty or more guys fucking me in all. No doubt she'd make a few funny remarksabout me learning a thing or two about the fairer sex, maybe offer totake me bra shopping, but once I convinced her I was serious, she'd beall business.So then what? Well, she'd run a bunch of tests, and then somehow theywould stumble on to the curse - maybe the guy brought back some cursedInca thing. I bought some knock off ring off a guide while I was downthere, I can use that as my model.That will do fine.So they figure out about the curse, they do some. His cock stuck out erect, she smiled ad kissed his shaft then barely licked the tip of his head. She smiled as she sat on him pinning him down as she stroked his cock from behind. He moaned and smiled at her. She smiled back then she took her hand off his cock and took her breasts in her hands, making sure he watched as she sucked and bit on each before rubbing her clit with he fingers. He moaned even more not once taking his eyes off her. She smiled as she let her spit drip from her lips,. Her crotch was bared with her (my) cock draped on one thigh. Ifrowned at the memories, of what I had done - tasted. Had I reallywished to suck my own cock? Clearly a genie's gratitude was measured inmischief - no wonder people were always bottling the bloody bastards up.So I brewed coffee, grilled toast and after breakfast tidied the livingroom; our clothes were still scattered around the floor, messing my tidymind. Picking up and folding the man clothes I'd worn last night wasokay, but it felt.