La verdad es que no me apetec?a nadaconvertirme en algo parecido a una mujer... pero mejor eso que una rubiade tetas gordas y castrada...?Por ejemplo ...dijo el m?s mayor? a ver... N?mero Uno, ac?rcate.El tipo que hab?a ocupado mi lugar camin? sin vacilaciones hacia elm?dico.?Vas a convertirte en una mujer de 25 a?os, llamada Dalia. Teproporcionaremos un par de pechos de silicona de gran volumen. Tendr?nla apariencia de falsos, al estilo de Pamela Anderson, pero es as? comonuestro cliente lo ha. She’d done it for what seemed like hours, but in fact was only a few minutes, as the motion soon brought Devon to the brink of waking...and cumming. More than once she’d held off, letting go of the stiff rod long enough for D’s heart to slow and her eagerness to wane. Still, in those brief moments, she couldn’t resist dipping her head to lick the pre-cum from the boy’s mushroom-like cap. She’d looked at it carefully, doing her medical due diligence, before lashing Devon’s slit with her. He cried out, "I'm gonna bust!" I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my face, along with the front of my shirt. We retreated to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to clean his sticky essence from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft! He was ready for round two already. I retired to my knees once again, and began to suck violently, for lubrication. I returned to my feet, unsure of what to. Looking around, I could see that men outnumbered the women by at least ten to one... and that several of those men we already giving Mistress Angel and myself a good looking over."Are you sure this is a good idea, Mistress?" I shouted into my companion's ear.She nodded. "Sure is," she yelled back, "If you want to survive as a woman, this is the sort of place to learn." But I don't want to be a woman - I'm very happy being a man!" I called out but too late for she was already moving towards the.