That's where the curiosity lay. I had always wondered what it would be like to have breasts or a pussy, to be able to wear dresses and high heels, but...that where it stopped. Just curiosity.Lets take a step back. My name is John Doe. I am 21, in college as a senior .I am a bit overweight, with a recent wardrobe upgrade and a newly acquired interest in how I looked. I've been told I'm not bad looking, but I have yet to have any proof of that. I'm a little bit of a nerd. I'm into computers,. You quickly start pinching and picking at where you thinkthe toon mask's edge was, but there is no seam to be found - your skinwas flawless and sensitive, as if you were drawn that way.Remembering the note was the last thing you did before letting out anungodly female scream. "Free you from that ridiculous body"... which younow know referred to the flesh and blood part of you. You grit your newteeth as you pull and push at your breasts, desperately trying to feelyour human chest underneath all. Ayl'fair brightened, and still grasping his tumescent member began to slowly move her hand up and gently twist on the way down causing it to become an unbending rod in a flash.This action brought Harold to the brink between torture, because of his distended bladder, and ecstasy very quickly. With a quick flick of her tongue, Ayl'fair sent his dick into spasms. Dipping her head she engulfed his dick with her mouth and once again vacuumed his essence into her mouth, not missing a drop.Harold felt. I search her face for a clue as to what she wants to talk about. Am I introuble? Am I going to be spanked? Not naughty, playful spanking butvicious punishment spanking? Is it another dinner party where herfriends will sneer at me, or laugh? Is it a third party I am to gratifysexually?Her face gives nothing away. It is stern, unsmiling. Her lips, herwonderful lips, are tight. Her brow is furrowed."How long have we been together, Sunny?" she asks softly."Eight years, Mistress. Since our senior.