It was his house and being a proud Irish man he had quite the selection of alcohol to choose from. I scanned the bar and came across Jameson '12. Afte... all of us had a drink in hand the four of them reminisced about the previous night. Scott, my other friend was a bit older, around 45, began talking about how the party was great and how the lesbians were getting it on the night before. Interestingly enough, my ex-girlfriend was one of the lesbians unaware of her the actions she was involved. For a brief moment, she lost her grip and he leapt into her thoughts, seconds before she would have stepped out of the tub. Her body tensed as she closed her tear ducts from letting go more than that first drop, rolling down her cheek. Perhaps, her fingers even briefly trailed her tender parts, but she kept those fingers collared and chained. To deny herself pleasure, she felt, made her one with that universe that she tried harder and harder to blink, as the years rolled over. It simply would. Plus the ironic thing is right around that time the transformation was almost over. Jean looked at me and spoke in a motherly voice. "You see now it isn't so bad. You look just so cute that I could eat you up." She let out a little laugh, "And it doesn't look like you will have to worry about hiding anything anymore. Mr. Happy will be asleep for a long time. Now lets go let you get a look at yours." She led me over to a full sized mirror that had been set up. As I looked at myself no longer was. I wasn't long. I was alreadyexhausted >from the shock, and I just sat there with my head bowed downpanting.A riding crop was gently propped under my chin and lifted my head to facemy obvious captor. She was a very severe looking woman with long blackhair that had a wet look reaching her mid back, and clad in nothing but aleather two piece bikini and thigh high stiletto boots."There there girl," she said softly. "I know this must be a huge shockfor you, and I'm sure you have a lot of.