Feeling as if I'd slept for days, I opened my eyes and slowly sat up, evenbefore I glanced down at my body, I realised something was wrong, the longbl...nde tresses in my face was the first sign, then the breasts under mycrop top rising and falling was the next sign. Scared and confused, Iquickly got to my feet and walked to a mirror in the bedroom I'd woken upin, a strangers reflection greeted me.Instead of my normal male 6ft reflection, the one that I saw was maybe 5ft2inches, maybe 15 or 16 at. His name was Dale, this handsome and smiling gay gym jock. Quite thepotent, boyfriend image in the blond-haired rascal's fantasy mind. Theromantic saviour 'she' needed to be nice to.The Fag-Hag felt pretty sure those two would hit it off. An ancientwitchy-on-steroids lady, checking out their respective, astrology chartsand other occult mumbo-jumbo to make sure; that her new-age match-makingwould take proper root.And the ambushed teen-age tart in the nylons and sandals beginsfluttering his. Problem is most men do not like this’, pointing down to her muff . ‘And it and it gets worse’.Without missing a heartbeat she turned around and bent down and pulling her arse cheeks apart revealing her puckered shit hole surrounded by softer hair. “What do you think”? She said.Not wanting to miss an opportunity like this I answered ‘Well, Cathy, why don’t you lean against the chair and let me take a closer look’.Crouching down and slowly placing my hand on her arse I had to find out how far she. ” With that, she crawled over Ashley and me, smacking my sister’s ass hard as she did, and made her way over to Oriana. Grinning from Tish’s smack, Ashley pushed her face against mine so we could both watch what she would do. Though both women were familiar with Tish, Ashley a little more than Oriana, they hadn’t really spent that much time with her. So, I suppose Oriana’s unease was understandable. She knelt next to my wife’s bound body and stroked her hair gently, really doing nothing to.