His hair became black, and straighteneddown to his shoulder blades. His body turned totally feminine, evenacquiring D-cup breasts, except for one thi...g. I not only kept his maleorgan, but expanded it out to ten inches. Nevertheless, he looked every bitthe sexy female under his clothes. In a broken Pidgin English, with asoothing alto, he asked me, "What for you do me now?" I replied, "You, Robin Kawahula, have come to the US from Tonga last year.Your culture has no tolerance for those not. . ------------------------------------------------ The walk from the tube station to my office felt both usual and unusual. Normally I made this walk as an unremarkable middle-aged man in a suit, barely noticed by the passers-by on the pavement. However, this morning, since taking that small pink pill only an hour or two earlier, I was making the same journey as a beautiful young woman, in sexy clothes and I was attracting a good deal of attention from the same passers-by. Women looked at me. Then she goes ahead and places a piece of tape right over my month and says this will keep you quite while I finish. Then she gets really close to my ear and whispers," I did not wear any underwear to go to the gym and I am really wet and it's not sweat." Then she went on to say honey I am going to take a shower now and don't worry if you hear things coming from the shower I need to relax and unwind. Not able to say a word the only choice I have is to lay there and wait for my wife to be done. She kept moving slow, steady, letting the pressure build.“Why didn’t we do this years ago?” she groaned, moving her other breast to his waiting mouth.“Yoo ere maa aa me.” He said around her nipple. She popped it free.“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said, grinning.“You were mad at me,” he chuckled.Her eyes narrowed in playful anger. “Oh, yeah. I forgot.” She lifted herself all the way off of him, slowly, so that only the head of his cock was inside her and stayed right there, not moving..