For five minutes chilled, sobbing and shaking I stayed there viewing and touching the abuse I had unleashed on my own delicate, precious body until on...y one part of me remained unexplored. Quakingly upright, I staggered to the mirror to confront my Dorian Gray portrait. It might have been worse. Honestly, it might. Barely any of my deadly sins were on display. My lip was split. My left eye was half shut due to the bruised swelling atop my cheekbone. My nose seemed fine. All my teeth were. My penisbobbed with thrill of the moment. I moaned as I felt my body begin tochange. The transformation is a difficult sensation to describe. I haveonly been able to liken it to my memories of losing a tooth. The visceralfeeling of movement, things changing in my body. There was no pain to theprocess, nor pleasure, really. I always found the moment eroticallycharged.I shrank, I thinned. My penis lost sensation and then fell to the floorwith a splat, turned from flesh into a jelly like substance. To my dismay, sure enough there were pictures of her in ancient clothes and she looked exactly as she did today.‘Now if you want more proof, I have a couple of portraits of me upstairs onepainted by Rembrandt the other by Botticelli plus a few more ancient pictures drawn and painted by lesser known artists. They go back several hundred years. Milo used me as a model to sculpt his Venus and I was asked to model other great Greek and Roman goddesses. I worked with Phryné for a while and I was. Then I held the scarf material over her hard nipples while I played with each nipple. The material, while soft, still rubs against a nipple with more roughness than just fingers. While Ellie moaned and squirmed a little with the new pleasure she was experiencing, I talked to her about why I enjoyed being with her. After about ten minutes of whispering dirty things in Ellie’s ear, my roughly playing with her nipples, and her pumping her dildo into her slit, she was breathing heavy again and.