"Has he said anything, done anything?" Vincent asked back faking a bit of concern, I was paying him a bit extra for this so he had nothing to worry ab...ut."No! I just don't know. He just comes home and he is so much into the sex now." Maybe because you have that smoking hot new body of yours," he said getting up and putting his arm around her waist. Instinctively she drew towards him. He assured her everything would be okay.At that moment the doorbell rang and my wife jumped. He told her to. "Fuck, that feels soooo gooood," I whimpered. My voice had suddenly changed. It sounded more like a meek whimper than my normal tone. In truth, I felt meek. I felt totally submissive at that moment. Like a blushing-virgin bride, waiting and wanting to finally feel what I'd been craving for my whole life. I'd have done anything he asked at that moment....anything. All I wanted was the pleasure of his touch, the feel of his aggressive fingers as they swabbed my asshole with lubricant. I moaned. And Miriam had chosen Sameh, which was not just a bad idea but a sad oneas well, since her mother stopped talking to her. Her father had stoppedtalking to her only a few years before when David Jr. had made thechoice to transition. Not the choice to be a woman; of that there hadbeen never any doubt in her mind. The choice to follow through with theneeded adjustments that allowed her to express outwardly what shecontained without word for years inwardly. It wasn't quite a popularidea. He existed, without the existence of a heartbeat. His skinhad turned to cloth. His hair began to transform. No longer was it fulland luscious- it had turned to strands of brown yarn. Sam wanted toscream out, but he had no voice. His hands turned into mitt like thingswith a thumb, his fingers having fused together. His mouth disappeared,replaced by a thin smile, stitched into place with black thread, pulledby a needle of energy. Then- he lost his sight.His blue eyes vanished; black buttons sewn.