He searched through every room but could find neither his wife nor the baby Imam. He had missed a day’s worth of work and checked his messages. Two ...essages from Rothenberg asked him to meet at the downtown office. These messages were not that important compared to the third faint message from someone with very broken English. It said:“Hello, I’m reaching Queresh and Maryam —-. I’m at the Hilton Hotel on Sixth Avenue. Please call to meet me and you.”Queresh thought he would call again. He. I was sure that my dream and my discovery of the cave had somethingto do with my transformation, but what did it all mean? Did the cult ofthe Aztec tribe still have an influence over visitors to their long drownedisland? Was this the "gift" of their female sun god? While I would admitto having wondered what it would be like to be a woman from time to time,to be forcibly transformed into one for the rest of my life was not what Iconsidered a "gift." I shook my head in confusion and. I had no idea you couldn't hold your wine." After she finished, she grinned up at me. "I'm still learning." Was she ever. I decided she needed to learn a few more things that night. We washed her up with me taking advantage of the chance to be as close physically I as I could. She was so virginal and naive that she had know idea how much of her body I could feel as I held her and washed her up. Luckily she didn't see the hard on I had growing or at least not yet. She was still slightly drunk. When they both started screaming as they came it made it all worthwhile. I had only cum once tonight. It was a slow night for me. But I looked into the kitchen nook and saw something interesting going on. A young tranny had knelt down and was jacking himself/herself off. Slowly a group of men gathered around. I knew everyone there so I knew some were straight and some were gay. But all were going to bukkake this young tranny. His/her eyes were open, No was an option. But he/she seemed to relish.