Gone was any sign of his 6-foot brown haired male self. Instead, there stood a5'8" blonde bombshell, with legs to die for. A perfect oval face, with a...peachesand cream complexion, strawberry blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders, tomid-back, and his hips and butt seemed to be padded."WHAT THE F...."!! He shouted, then stopped in shock at the sound of his sultrysexy sounding voice."I don't believe it," he muttered, as he sank down on his bed. "I can't be afemale!" But as he looked closely at. He can smell you, and as she spoke, knelt down and fondled him, stoking his underbelly then further back until he just popped out, and when he did I gasped in disbelief.'Now that's what you call big', said Sylvia, her smile and look of total affection, as her face was slobbered to death, showed.She was getting into it as if my presence had made me disappear, and I watched with a teenage fascination as her long fingers caressed and held this b**st on the edge.'Feel him', she purred, her voice. Maybe you were hearing things. You check the door and it’s still locked from when you came home. Strange. You begin to relax again. Shrugging your shoulders, you grab a drink and head to the bedroom for some well deserved rest. Placing your drink on the bedside table you discard your boxers and climb into bed. The drink forgotten you drift off to sleep almost immediately. In your dreams you hear your name being called softly. You open your eyes and look towards the door of your bedroom.. Ronald didn’t care, really. He just wanted to get his Elsie back and get out of here, and forget he’d ever seen this woman. He wanted to forget the picture in his head of Elsie, dreamy and blissful, kneeling between Ms. Graves’ thighs and licking with the docile patience of a mindless slave… ‘So how, I mean, how does this work? Do you just snap your fingers, or…or…’ Ms. Graves fixed him with a penetrating stare, and he trailed off into silence. ‘She’s very beautiful, Mr. Mercer,’ Ms. Graves.