I ended up losing the rest of the day to self-pity. The otheroccasions were all late at night, when I was unable to sleep. It wasimpossible to ignore ...ow different everything felt as I tossed andturned and tried to get comfortable. I kept expecting the thing from thewoods to return as I prayed for dawn.The thing did not return, and my trip was otherwise unremarkable. When Ifinally made it back to my cabin, I almost started crying again. It wasbeautiful. It was a sanctuary. It was home. I locked. Until now. When the girl called again, Chris took the call in the bedroom, insisting that this was girls’ talk and Tim should leave them to it.“Well,” she said, emerging to an impatient Tim, “how does this weekend suit you?”“This weekend?”“I invited her and she accepted. Want to join us?”“Try and stop me. But what did she say?”“Very little, really. The point of the call was to get me to talk to her mother - she’s an only child and even though she is twenty her parents keep a tight rein. Mother. I looked down and appraised my new figure - breasts, hips, feminine legs, arms and hands. I even had pretty little feet. At the back of my brain I felt a black cloud of nausea attempting to overwhelm me, but against everything I'd ever believed I actually just felt pleased with my new figure. I liked it! Something was seriously wrong. "Never mind, Clare. I'm sure as soon as we get you home you'll feel better." "...home?" I asked. "Yes.. I bet you can't wait to show off the new you to the. Biting her again I begin to suck her clit hard. Her body starting shacking and I knew that I had her. Guessing when she was about to cum I thrust my fingers into her wet hole. Her reaction was instantaneous, filling my hand full of her juices. It was here that she started yelling at me “FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!” Not being one to have to be told twice, I stood up, flipped her over on all fours and plowed my meat into her snatch. Now she was completely unintelligible. I could only make out “FUCK”.