My breasts began to tingle, then swell. My hips and buttocks expanded. My body hair fell out. I cried out, the high pitched scream of a girl.As my ...onvulsions subsided, I looked at my body. It still had a cock and balls, but they were small, laughable, effeminate. My tits were not large, but pert like a young girl's, sticking straight out of my chest. I felt between my legs, but found no sign of a pussy.?Fear not, woman,? the Shaman said with contempt, ?you will get your woman?s thing. I pushed myself inside her deep. She gasped and smiled. I started off slowly sliding my rock hard cock in and out of her tight wet slit. Her pussy lips closed down around me. As I quickened my pace she wrapped her legs around me and brought her hands up to the back of my neck. I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust.“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!” She screamed She leaned back and placed her hands on the counter. I moved my hands from. His entire cock is rock hard and stiff as a tree as gallons of semen explodes from his slit, pouring from her cunt, and pooling beneath them. Blasts of hot horse cum fills her and launches an extraordinary orgasmic journey; an expedition to that rare place; that ?zone? where pleasure is infinitely more potent and explodes both in the conscience and sub-conscience mind.Brilliant arrays of rich colors fill her minds-eye. Each color seems to have a uniquely sweet fragrance that propels her. "What else should I do?"Marissa looked at Dee Dee, got a nod, and said, "Take off about half of those rings -- they tell people that you think you have fat fingers -- and that you're embarrassed about it." Oh." Martha blinked. "Good idea." She DID have pudgy fingers -- but it the girls were right, she was pointing them up, not improving things. She started pulling them off. "What on Earth can I do with them?" Actually, her fingers weren't that bad -- Martha's perceptions in this area were.