"What's wrong!? Elizabeth, I have tits, forshit's sake!" I hunched over, trying to bury my ridiculous fleshy hootersbeneath my arms like an embarrasse... preteen, suddenly and painfully awareof how exposed I was.Elizabeth just laughed."Elizabeth!" I cried. "What - what have you done to me?" Done to you?" She put an indignant hand on one hip. "I fixed you! Yourwhole gender thing! You should be happy!" Happy!? I'd have been happy if you'd --" I clutched my head. I couldn'tbelieve this. "Elizabeth,". I noticed this when we were opening and closing the door constantly moving furniture in the front door. I wasn’t hearing the high pitched “beep” I used to hear when we first viewed the house with the realtor. But to be honest with you I was glad I wasn’t hearing it since they opened and closed the door a good two hundred times during the move. The guys did a great job and put everything exactly where my wife and I had planned it all out. I spent the next two days hanging pictures and unpacking. "Than toast it is!" he agreed, "But first my dear you need to cum." Me Master, why?" she asked."Because you look so wonderfully wanton when you cum my dear," he said as he looked at her lithe torso and perfect breasts, "But that disgusting fur," he said stroking her pubic hair, "Do you not possess a razor?" No Master," she replied, "My boyfriend liked it." Did he, did he really," he replied."But if it pleases you master I will shave if you have a razor." she agreed."No matter, it is soft and. She climbed on top of the desk and began knocking off the neat stacks of papers, the pencil sharpener and the plaque with her name on it. She straddled me and took my cock into her hand. She aimed it toward her hole and then lowered herself onto me. She moved up and down, her tight vagina soaking my dick. I moved my hands up her legs and up her stomach to her breasts and squeazed them. She let out a little moan and I started thrusting with her. I sat up and held her toward me, feeling her body.