She braced herself for the ripple of change that had so startled her the first time. Nothing happened. For several moments she crouched there waitin... and nothing continued to happen."Aren't you going to change me back?" she asked trembling, half expecting a lightning bolt to descend from the gently turning blades."No," said the Voice. "You haven't thanked Me for saving you from hell." You did?" squeaked Phil. Her voice was definitely higher now, she wondered inanely if she were a soprano. . The service went on and on but passed without any further mishaps and on the way out I was introduced to all of Aunties friends and the vicar, who seemed delighted to meet me, and winked at Auntie, when he said we must have supper together soon ladies, I gulped at the prospect…We made our way home and as we approached the front door, I felt a tremendous urged to go to the toilet, and I said “Auntie I need the toilet urgently and will need to you to unlock my plug and dolly cage please, she. Stephanie noticed that her son was looking at her, maybe wondering whether he sure she'd asked him what she'd asked him, and reached back to let her fingers trail up and down the crack of her ass. Her fingers went into her cleft from above, starting at her tail bone, running deeper and lower and moving over her flexing, brown sphincter, rubbing the rubbery, wrinkled pucker with her finger tips and sinking one finger tip into it up to the first knuckle. The 34-year-old woman realized she needed. I am so sorry.” She turned to me and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back and kissed her on the forehead. I held her for several minutes and tried again to have her come up stairs with me. “Come on baby, I have something special for you.” I was finally able to drag her off the sofa and walk upstairs with me. We made our way to the living room where I had left my surprise for her when I had gotten home. When she told me that I had ruined her favorite pair of panties it made me realize.