At fifty, she had to admit she looked pretty damn good. She stood 5'7", weighed 120lbs, had jet black hair and dark eyes, olive skin thanks to her Ita...ian heritage, and 36C natural breasts. She was very proud of how she looked. Unfortunately, her husband hadn't taken notice since they were together nearly 24/7 and their sex life was pretty much nonexistent. She planned to change that when he returned from his trip.She dressed casually, albeit rather sexyly. It was cold out so she wore her. "12:30."* * * * * "Paula, do you have anything to add?" Paul Larkin shook his head. How could he be at work? He was having...having surgery. What was going on? "I... I'm sorry..." he started toask."You have nothing to apologize for," James Larkin told him. "There wasnothing wrong with your plan. Your team leader, Leo Rychek, messed itup all on his own." So who'll be taking over for him as team leader?" Cathy Trask was oneof the other members of Leo's team; a slinky brunette Paul had tried. I shook the bottle and began my transformation. I started with my toenails. As the first stroke glided across my big toe my heart skipped a beat. I feverishly painted my other toes. Then I started on my left hand. I could feel the wet spot in my panties as my cock leaked. The right hand did not come out quite as nice. I don't know how women become so ambidextrous, I guess practice. I waved my hands around to dry the polish. I stood again in front of the mirror and held out my hands. I wiggled. She probably thought I was some sort of pervert. She must hate me.I had been lying there in self-loathing misery for quite some time when an older nurse finally came in to do a scheduled bed check, something she enjoyed because it got her away from the others nurses and their mindless gossip filled prattle. I briefly wondered how I knew such things, but was quickly distracted from the thought."Oh good, you're awake, you gave everyone quite a scare." she whispered with a smile when she saw me.