I pulled Scott up by his hair again, and told him to get dressed and get the fuck out of my house. I could hear Lynne crying on the bed, but I just ig...ored her for the moment. When Scott had gotten his clothes back on I told him to give me his car keys. ‘Why the fuck should I?’ ‘Because I will arrest you for drunk driving if you get in that car.’ ‘How the hell am I supposed to get home?’ ‘I think it is called walking, asshole.’ As I took his keys, I told him, ‘If I ever see you in this house. Purely by instinct, I quickly yanked off my earrings. Since I had been doing this quite frequently, I had become accustomed to the transformation process, and indeed, it had speeded up considerably since my first metamorphosis.Through the warm tingly sensations, I heard a knock at my motel room door.In seconds, I was thankfully male again, though still quite weakened from the transformation. I groggily threw my shopping bags under the bed and stumbled to the door. Ron greeted me happily, then. “Dear Charles…” she cooed seductively “…I hope that there is some place here in the great room where we can tie Barney up naked with his hands over his head. I want to be able to see his cock while we make love.” I listened as Sally worked her magic on Charles. ‘Damned old fart would likely do exactly what she asked too’ I thought silently from behind the archaic statue only feet from Sally’s sweet ass…Thoughts of loss, ones of despair that Charles would have her at any price,. 4 men sat in front me and were constantly staring at my boobs and my exposed thighs with lustful eyes. First I got disgusted, but I started getting horny with their looks.The guy who sat beside was about 30 years he slowly started making a conversation with me and asked all my details. I gave them the wrong details because I didn’t trust them. He asked, “Aren’t you feeling hot in that jacket? I said, yes.He asked me to remove it if it was hot. It was actually quite hot so I removed it and put.