I rubbedit against myself and dropped it. Nothing. I held it aloft and said,"Change me back." Nothing."Think Ryan!" Trying to ignore the alien voi...e, I realized I had nottried to inspect the locket since the change. I opened it.There I was. My old face, in a color photo. Me. A man at thirty.Brown hair. Green eyes. Sharp features. I had a goofy grin, whichseemed to be the only way I posed for photos. Mainly because my wifeinsisted I smile whether I wanted to or not.Not seeing any. Then she looked at us and gestured for us to come over. Before long she was dancing and grinding herself against both of us. I couldn’t keep my hands off her anymore, I pulled her top down and slipped my hands inside her bra. This was Tom’s cue to pull up her skirt and play with her gorgeous arse.Soon she had our cocks out and was on her knees sucking us off. Tom’s cock was the same length as mine, about six and half inches but quite different in shape, almost angular. I was quite happy about. ’ We will meet there. You will come from your own place in a cab and when the door is opened you will say to the woman who meets you that you are Miss Lauren’s whore. If you say anything else she will not let you in. She will take your coat and if you are not wearing this skirt she will give your coat back and ask you to leave. Now, open the small box beside the wine cooler.’ I walked across to the wine cooler and picked up a black leather box, about six inches square. I opened it. It was lined. Katie’s mind was still dazed and she was just reacting to the pleasant things being done to her. Somewhere in the background was the realization of what was going on. Once in a while the awareness that a woman was having sex with her cut through the fog, but mostly she was just responding to Cindy’s stimulating lips and fingers. However, whether it was thought or instinct, when Cindy moved between her legs, she raised and spread them, offering up her most intimate area to another woman for the.