Feeling a second pair of hands come up from behind him and gently massage his shoulders and neck, Reed smiled and opened one of his eyes to look up to...find his wife Susan leaning over him with a warm smile.“Hey there sleepy head, rough morning?” Cooed Susan as she playfully combed her fingers through Reed’s hair and beard.“Morning? What time is it?” Sitting up, Reed looked around to find a clock to tell the time from. Giggling, Susan slowed her husband’s frantic actions, her smile never leaving. "Bastard! Fuck!" she grunted, "make it hurt then." I was happy to give her pain, teasing her clit to the brink of orgasm with my fingers, then pulling away to twist a nipple or slap a breast before she could come. She was shouting at me but her words were lost as more fireworks burst overhead, the big rockets fired from the river. People in the square were looking up at us with astonished, excited faces. Were they looking at the fireworks or looking at us? Could they see that I was banging a. Besides, some of them might not have joined the conversation. In addition, he needed to know whether they were kidnappers or ritual killers. Therefore, it was imperative for him to see them. But how could he see them without being seen? Something wet and light dropped on his neck and he jumped. By the gods, he was so tense! He smelt it even before he removed it and looked up to see the culprit-the wild pigeon whose feces had dropped on his neck. He smiled tautly at it, relieved, and an idea. "Ditzy?" I repeated, my overburdened mind trying to catch up with what shewas saying. She had called me a girl, she had used the name Rhiannon, andshe had thought it strange for me to be in the men's room. It seemed thatmy last transformation had pushed me over some boundary line. I was nowfemale."Get your head together, okay," she told me. "We're real busy tonight;and I had to send Garrett home, because he was a mess." I've become a girl," I thought. It was strange. The small.