When I looked upon the frail remnants of Harvey, I almost turned and fled. The man who always had my back was now losing his frail grip with life. F...ding in and out of drug induced consciousness, he barely recognized me, but was able to muster a weak smile and handshake. Ann saw my agony as I re-entered the waiting room (only one member of the family was authorized a 5-minute visit at a time) and asked to see him. I convinced the nurse she was a granddaughter he’d never met, and despite her. He still didn’t wake up until almost noon, but when he did, he knew exactly what he had to do. He cast a circle in his dorm room, donned his black robe, and retrieved his uncle’s Book of Shadows. The first time he read through the simple ritual in his hand, he remembered a similar ritual in the book. He found the reference and instead of memorizing from the slip of paper, he memorized from the book. He liked this one better. It appealed to his sense of theatre. He memorized the lines and. In just a few seconds, he was totally Greg Brady again, totally male. The chain dangled from his right hand. "Son of a bitch," Greg whispered. Even expecting it to happen, it had been amazing to watch, to feel. He couldn't wait for a chance to change back into Marcia, and this time be ready to enjoy the feelings. But he had to find out a few things, first. Tiptoeing to the door, Greg opened it slightly and listened. There was no shouting from downstairs, no uproar. There was no Marcia. He was taking on human form, the man looked back and saw what was helping feed the demon, f******n men and women were and fucking, as if the sight was the trigger, moans were heard far and wide. Man after man were cumming and switching partners, only to cry out and cum again.They were like machines with each woman they took, they began to start pulling out and cover the faces of the women. It was just as I felt the rush of watching that I was taken back to the woman. Cum was still jutting out.