I rolled out of bed and fumbled around for mybathrobe, then raced down stairs. I flipped on theporch light and peered through the peephole.“Who&...8217;s there?” I shouted. All I could see was the backof someone’s head.She turned around. “It’s me! Chel! Let me in, please,oh god, let me in. Hurry!”Chel is my cousin. She lived around the corner withher partner, Damian (known to the family as Demion).I popped the chain off and swung the door open. Shestumbled. That meant thatfor now, Johnny was stuck in his mother's body. With her long hair.With her wrinkles. With her large, sagging breasts. With her pudgyfingers and arms. With his wide hips. All of it, for better and forworse was his for the time being."What? What are we going to do?" He managed to squeak in her voice."We can't tell anyone. Richard would kill me if he knew I helped youexperiment on us. He might even leave me!" Carla said, almost coming totears."But what about school? What. Varun knows this, and he knows to take time to feel my body slowly. He runs his big hands over my butt cheeks, down my legs then back up feeling all my curves. My cunt is churning and I am dry humping the pillows that support me."Varun, fuck me!" I yell.But he just continues to tease. My pussy drips even more. His head and shaft rub along my slit but he doesn't stick it in. My hips thrust more trying to line up the head and the hole but he moves and rubs it on the outer of my ass."Please please. She had given her an extra cell phone just in case she wanted to inform her of her progress and how her reading was received by the casting director. Angela personally knew the casting director and had given him several blow jobs just to keep her hand in the game and keep him on her side in future projects.He was a mixed blood male with no hang-ups about screwing white girls, dark-skinned girls and even the pretty Asian girls that wanted to get into show business. His name was Andre and he had.