I remember it as if it were yesterday. I had gone to my auntie’s who lived nearby to play with my male cousin who was the same age. My mother was at...work and I remember it was a hot summer afternoon and my auntie was keen to sunbathe herself and had set us up with a paddling pool and hosepipe in the garden. I, of course, knew nothing about sexual urges at that age and did not understand what was driving me but I remember even at that young age wanting to get out of the stupid bikini I had been. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” I said.“Okay. Well, if it’s nothing, then do you mind slowing down? You’re doing ninety!”I took my foot off the accelerant and loosened my grip on the wheel.“Are you mad about something?” she asked with a look of concern.“No…well, no. Forget it.”“I can’t forget it. What?”“It’s just that…we went into this with the agreement that you would have sex with someone else, I would have sex with someone else. And so far, you’re the only one that’s going to be having sex! I can’t. Everything was finally in place in her new apartment, after a long week of painting walls, cleaning, and disassembling and reassembling furniture. One thought had kept her going, however: she knew that as soon as those helping her had left, she'd get to try out something new.A suction-cup dildo had long been in her collection of sex toys because she'd always been intrigued by its possibilities, especially those involving exposure; now she finally had the chance to try it out. At the front of. When she escaped the reaching hands byretreating into the dream she began to find herself more feminine inappearance each time she returned. Changes that she did not notice camefirst. Her hands became much more slender, then arms that had been stick-thin began to flesh out from skin covered bone to firm delicate limbs.Her shoulders had been broad but emaciated even after the beating thatrobbed her of her physique. She had not noticed when they narrowed andthen rounded in soft feminine ways..