Doesn't know if he's interested in women... or men. Maybeif you kind of, you know, touched him, it would help him define himself,sex-wise."They all s...iled and glanced at each other. As one they steppeduncomfortably close to me and reached out. A large hand settled on myshoulder, another on my hip, and a third went around to my back. Thatlast man moved behind me and I was penned in by a wall of solid furrybodies. Their hands moved, running over my soft rosy skin. They werefascinated by the. I put my own hand over my wet labia and soon my naughty fingers were slipping my thong aside and invading my warm cunt.Helena laughed when she noticed I was touching myself.She whispered in my ear that I was a horny married slutty bitch.She slipped off her hands from my body and told me good night.I closed my eyes; but two hours later I could feel some movements onto the bed. I heard some muffled voices and then a body moved a bit; to just get more comfortable.But then I could feel a growing. Since she knew that love, and one of its manifestations, sex, was very important so there must be a goddess in charge of it. Thus her fervent wish to find the right life partner was specifically focused.One night in the wee hours of the full moon, Angela was deep in thought, fingers on her female part, stimulating it. She was startled when a glow appeared in one corner of her room, starting as a pinpoint and expanding to the image of a beautiful naked woman who looked exactly like her, but. Obviously, disgustingly male. Tammy hadn't been able to convince any doctors that he was worthy of gender reassignment surgery, and his efforts to disguise his maleness on his own just hadn't been terribly successful.To soothe his wounded spirits, Tammy wrote stories. Glorious, wonderful stories in which men were granted the female bodies they dreamed of. Stories in which they could wear the frilly feminine clothing they desired without fear of ridicule, and act as girly as they wanted to. And.