"Holly sighed. "I wonder what possessed those weird things to change yourgenders in the first place." I don't think about it much anymore. Honestly, I...probably wouldn'tchange back if I could. I really, really like Timmy."Holly just smiled.***I walked into Holding B and found four men wearing black suits. Fourflanked the door - two in the room, two in the hall - while the fifthsat at the table in the center of the room, smoking a cigarette. Hemotioned for me to sit down in the chair across the. I stood up again, blushing and confused and flushed. With a shock I realized my panties were damp.I continued moving east, through Soho, then northwards into the East Village. One thing I noted rather quickly was that my sense of fashion didn't fit at all. On a street awash in middys, pierced navels, leather pants and skirts, and boots, I looked like a stripped down version of a bodice-ripper novel. And a very short one at that.The novelty of being short didn't last long. I missed the. “What are you talking about?” I croaked, “Jealous of Lauren you mean?” Faster Miles worked his hand, alternating between furiously rubbing my clit and pushing his fingers deep into my pussy. The sensations were intense and overwhelming and unlike anything I had ever felt before. “No baby, jealous of me. Jealous that I get to fuck your best friend’s sweet little cunt” My body froze, which only drew more attention to the action happening at my crotch and despite my best efforts my moans had. " Then I caught myself from gaping and darted through the open door, yelling, "C'mon." For a moment, I just stood in the hall, staring at the people running by in surprise. They were all women, and not just women, but women with blue skin and gray hair. Suddenly one of them stopped and turned towards me, reaching for something that looked like a gun on her side. It was only then that I noticed the pointed ears... and the fact that her eyes were all black and gold. "Wait..." I started, but the.