"Oh my gosh, I've been having so much fun, I completely forgot about you." she then grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head and...then hugged me again this time so our bare bodies would be up against each other flesh to flesh, I cant explain out great that felt, but it didn't last long as she then pushed me down on my back on the bed and started pulling my pants and boxers down and off my body.Now I was completely nude and laying exposed in front of my girlfriend as she sat. In fact, though I know it isn't, the actress bears a striking resemblance to my wife; and that adds more fuel to my already burning lust.Continuing to watch the screen in front of me, I take a quick glance down to see the pre-cum starting to ooze out the end of my cock head, and the desire to finish jerking off is strong, but I refuse to do so soon. I intend to stay up for a while longer masturbating---repeatedly teasing my growing urge to shoot my load, only not do that right away. The. They would have been alike, the two of them, perhaps neither thinking themselves happy, but both hoping happiness could be found. Perhaps both seeking a similar warmth along the way.The barrista did not see the past, though. Did not see what could have, should have been. The server saw the differences. He saw the dirty face, the unshaven jaw, the tousled hair. He saw the rumpled suit jacket with the ripped shoulder seam, and he saw the soiled trousers with their fraying herringbone pinstripe.. Just over 25 minutes later a young women was staring back at him throughthe mirror. He immediately noticed the resemblance she had to photographshe had seen of his mother when she had been younger. It appeared that anunused item of female clothing would change him to a female version ofhis own genetic structure.Peter had never even remotely felt any inclinations to explore how itwould feel to be female and was momentarily stunned as he considered whathe had done.He picked up his discarded shirt.