But I was prepared for that. I stood up and looked around the room. One of thewomen grasped my member—which by now had becomehard—but it ...lipped from her grasp. both of them laughed. “Not now,” I reprimanded them. “I need toconcentrate.” I found what i was looking for—a small metallicbowl on one of the tables. I put it onto the floor, madesome gestures with my hands, and the bowl grew in size untilit was big enough to hold the three of us. Then I. All my other physical changes- mywaistline, my muscles- could be put down to other factors, such as mydiet or my exercise regime. The hair were the first undeniable proofthat I was being chemically changed from female to male... And they'realso proof that I won't be able to hide from my parents on ChristmasEve, even if I wanted to. The same night I discovered my 'beard', I had a dream of me and myfather standing in front of our bathroom mirror back at our home inLondon, where he taught me to. He had no agenda; he just planned to poke around here and there to get the lay of the land. There was probably a municipal library where he could check out some books. He still had three unread books downloaded onto his MacBook, but he actually preferred holding real books in his hands when he was lost in a story.On his second night in town, he leaned back against a stack of pillows (two of which he borrowed from the utility room) and aimed the remote at the TV to see what was on. It turned out. ” He feels his manhood jump at his own words. Instantly his thoughts are filled with the girl’s words about how he will fit. But he still feels the need to ease Sandy’s mind. “Don’t worry,” he says calmly. “I’ll take it slowly and your pussy will get used to the size and fit it all in.”Sandy whines, and it seems to be at his words, but it is more to the fact that Hilda begins sucking on one of her many nipples. Her tongue flicks across her erect nipple as her hand mimics the action with another.