Within the context of this piece, most of the character interaction is fictional and the lesser players never existed at all, except by coincidence if...it happens. There’s some French in this, which I’ve probably buggered, so I’ll apologize right now if I have. I was much more interested in the tight sweaters during my time studying French. It was a language course, but I had my mind on biology and some pretty much gravity-defying physics at the time. Oh, and if it’s a problem, the name of the. Two losers in gold chains and open necked shirts at the next table were trying to flirt with me, and I noticed that they were staring at my legs. I looked down and realized that I was giving them a clear shot at my panties. My male ego, extinguished by my third orgasm, watched helplessly as I crossed my legs and tugged my dress down over the hem of my slip.It was time to get out of Las Vegas. Through my prison connections, I had learned of a little shop downtown where I could get a phony birth. ” Henrietta had always had a free wheeling attitude about sex that got and kept her students attention. No one quite understood how she had not yet been fired, or even reprimanded, but her students always got high marks on the standardized tests, so the office had just left her alone.“Maybe later. Mark. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your wife? Don’t worry, I won’t bite, bark or even growl.”“Yeah, Mark. Introduce the bitch to your wife.” Bill laughed out loud at his own joke. The others. Crawler nods and offering her hand for a handshake.Peter hesitates for a moment, but then he accept the handshake.Mrs.Crawler : "Do ya, boy, woulda swap with ma?"Peter : "O-okay..!"Then it happened.The swap.Nothing fancy.Just instantly done.Peter starting to examine his new body.Julie (in Peter's body) : "I leave my work to you, Mrs.Crawler. Thankyou, VERY MUCH"Peter (in Mrs.Crawler's body) : "This is weird, boy. I swear i could..."He stopped.He realize that not only wearing her body, but also.