I had a few dollars stuffed in my front pocket and paid the bill. I don’t know if I was pick-pocketed or if I had just lost it. I retraced my steps ...ack until I got to the spot where I got out of the last car that gave me a ride. I couldn’t find it and wondered if it dropped out of my pocket while I was in the car. There was no one I could call and ask for help so I was on my own. I was depressed and didn’t want to continue my journey so I began hitch hiking back home. I didn’t have a home to. She was attractive, sexy and erotic. When she returned she cleaned herself, then me, then the floor and couch. “Can you cum again?” she asked. The answer, of course, is yes. But then I had to admit that we might have to wait a few minutes before I would be ready. In such situations, and to preserve some male dignity, when I’ve just cum and the lady wants to continue, I can gain a little recovery time by turning my attention to the lady’s needs. “I want to play with your pussy some more.” I. Arriving at my dorm room, I leaned back against the small desk. Today was supposed to be good, just me and the only thing that made sense to me. No stress or college bullshit to upset me.I knew that everything I was thinking about Janie and Miss Burrow and what it all meant was in my own head. I just couldn't stop overthinking.Feeling a familiar presence, I looked up to her whispy silver form. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. Despite all that I was thinking, she'd still helped me. Then while I was holding his penis it started to shrink. The girls gatheredaround and watched while his penis vanished and a vulva formed.After Denise became a girl we went out and celebrated. The girls were inhigh spirits, so happy that Denise had finally become a real girl. And I wasexcited that I had succeeded in changing a boy into a girl.Denise and Debbie were sharing a bed now, with Debbie glad to have alittle sister again. Denise seemed to love being a little girl. I wonderedif she still.