M. with a strange feeling. Or more properly, I might call it a familiar feeling. My feet were too close to the foot of the bed. I didn't feel my hair ...rushing against my shoulders anymore. That pleasant new weight on my chest, that I had gotten used to so quickly, was gone. And between my legs, something that I thought I would never see or feel again, was back. "NOOOOOO!" I cried out. I had changed back to my old male self, but why? The mirror soon confirmed the terrible evidence my hands had. She insisted on laying in the garden semi clad and watched as I workedA bit of a bitch really she had already had plenty of complaints and sarcastic remarks. I didn't need it to be honest.She had a great body but fucking knew it.. I fantasised about doing the horny bitch hard I would show her how a rough round the edges guy like me loves to fuck.She continued to talk down to me, really pissing me off.It ate away at me as I toiled in the heat.I saw her come out again this time with another pimms. “Hi, Patch. How was your day? Melissa knows a good thing when she sees it.”“Great, Danny. You guys wanna wash this old truck outside the garage so we can see what all we got to look forward to when we sand it?”“Sure, if you don’t mind me doing that on your time.”“We’re in this together, Danny. I told you I’d help you get it going.”“Patch, I forgot my overalls. I may have to just stand back and watch today.” Melissa said.“Oh no you don’t, you’re in this just like Danny and me,” He said as he. ” He pointed to one of my background rooms that I had recently done using a green backdrop. I stepped into it.Nadia was turned with her back towards me, and all I could see was long dark hair falling around a small figure. It was smooth and glossy and wonderfully full, and it fell down her back to just above her knees. She turned, and I saw a young girl of 15 or 16. Hell, maybe younger. I glanced back at the older guy and then the small panties in my hands.Yeah – he was going to want.