"Just how powerful are you old woman?" he asked softly.It was her turn to give a short laugh."What? on a scale of one to ten?" she suggested dryly.He ...hook his head impatiently as his eyes studied her shapeless form."You're old, aren't you witch?"So he realised that her age and her power were the same thing! She eyed him warily."Very old." She admitted with a nod.He stepped towards her suddenly, and the witch stepped back in fear as she felt HIS power washing over her."What would you say to a. She said that she'd spent so long watchingYouTube transition videos that she was able to spot the signs that, ontheir own, would not give anything away but, together, told the story.I asked her what would have happened if I'd told her I wasn'ttransgender when she asked.Petra laughed as she answered. "Well, let me first say that you lookfantastic and any guy who isn't attracted to you is probably gay. So,unfortunately, you'd now be sitting here with Peter making awkwardconversation before both. She’s gotten on her knees in front of me.Nonchalantly she says, “You can touch my titties if you want.”I’m still in shock as she pulls my cock into her mouth. Her tiny hands rub my shaft as she tongues the head. In seconds I’m blowing my load.She gobbles my spunk like it’s candy, “You need to practice restraint mister, I just started and you’re done.”I gather my wits, “What’s your name darling?”She chuckles, “Sally.”Thoughtfully I reply, “Well Sally would you like more?”Sally scrunches her. Mask? Strings? I looked down and realized that where ropes had secured me before, now there was just a single short piece of white string tied in a bow around each of my limbs. The bows were large and loose--I reached the ends and untied my hands in a moment as I tried to process what I saw.When I reached up to my face and felt for the panties, I found instead a standard surgical mask covering her nose and mouth. The realization that there had never been any rope or panties, that I'd sat there.