"I knew you always wanted this to happen deep inside - even if you didn't realise it. Now don't you dare swallow because I want you to savour our man'... cum!"Mike slumped back against the wall and fixed his stare on Kelly."I want you both to savour it girl! Now get on your knees and give that pussy you used to call a man some sexy kisses, I wanna see two white sluts fight over my cum!" Kelly squealed with delight and joined me on the floor. She planted big sloppy kisses on my face, but not all. On Friday morning, I started surfing Doublelist to see if there were any opportunities available. There were several and I started chatting with some folks. Before long I had three possibilities lined up. As usual, the interactions started eliminating the choices and soon I was down to one option. An older dude in the southwest suburbs was looking to “play” that afternoon. He seemed like an okay dude and before long we agreed to meet at his house at 3:00. I was able to complete my work and. And...It happened! I had boobs inside the cups of the bra! Just like that!I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. I removed the bra--more trouble than putting it on, because of my breasts--set it aside,and the boobs were gone.I tried it again and again. Put it on; the boobs appeared. Take itoff; the boobs disappeared. Then I thought of something: what else wastransformed...?I felt down between my legs. No such luck. The old male parts were stillthere, bra or no bra.Then I. So that left the last one. I had to ensure that nobody had a skeleton in their closet that would cause them to reveal something secret to hurt Liz. Once we determined what was coming, I dismissed everyone here and focused on...”“He calls them the ‘retard models, ‘“ Liz added. “I’ve been aware for the past couple of weeks that Travis delved into our backgrounds far more extensively than Ryan did.”“That’s not true,” I said. “Ryan was focused on the present and the recent past. I went all the way.