What started as a bit of fun was quickly getting out of hand. Aisha’s hands were now straying further south and her fingers were stroking my velvet ...interland. Gemma meanwhile, was squeezing my boobs and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I had maintained some control at first, but I was responding, with my hands now exploring Gemma’s undies under her new skirt. Bearing in mind she hadn’t even paid for it yet, bit it just seemed so hot. Her skirt was a tight one, hugging her hips and bottom like. One was beautifully coifed and the other with a towel around her head. I could hardly recognize myself as I was wearing a rather similar kind of makeup as Yvette. I couldn't imagine what had happened to me but the feeling in my groin made it clear that my arousal was still there, although I looked very much like a woman.I was seated on a chair and Yvette started to roll the perm rods into my hair in very nice rows. It seemed my hair was somewhat longer than I could remember. This was the first. The local doctor's office did not have the sophisticated tools of a big city, but an internal ultrasound machine was enough to know that all 36 pregnancies were female. This was really the first thing that made the doctor really want to go outside the town for help and advice. Surely, 36 out of 36 being female meant something was wrong. In all other ways, the babies appeared healthy and normal.As things go in small remote towns, days go by without much change. Eventually babies began to come. ." I said, smiling. I couldn't believe it, but I almost felt myself flirting with this guy!"That's quite fine. Where can I take you?" I told him to take me to my off campus apartment. It wasn't very far, thank god my parents had invested in my own place near the university. Mr. Smith soon introduced himself as Mike, and we got to talking about school and stuff. After about ten minutes of chatting, he finally asked me."So, I can't help but feel like your a bit confused about yourself. Sexually.