It didn't help, and I was left cupping a very feminine set of genitals."What happened?" I yelled. "What went wrong?" I'd say things went right, for a ...hange. There is justice in the world after all." Lisa grinned at me. "You wished for reality to be modified to reflect my lifetime as a male. Since I am married to you, and in this state men cannot marry men, then you had to become a woman. We're still married, but now I am the husband and you're the wife!" Nooooo! That's now how it was supposed. After all Laura was a babe with a body to kill for. Why not take advantage of some great sex, even if she was his sister. Don't forget that Bill and I were lady's men. *** I knew that Laura would be pissed if she ever found out what Bill and I were doing, so I made it plain to Bill that he had to remain absolutely silent the whole time and that whatever happened he had to keep his identity secret or we'd both be in the shit house with Laura. He readily agreed with everything I said. I knew all. Jill was only a couple inches taller than her daughters 5'4" and her thick blonde hair was just a little longer. Her full C cup or small D cup bra wasn't really needed. Her exercise program kept them as firm as her daughter's breasts. Jill's flat stomach was exposed by one of those blouses that seemed to hang from the breast tips to just below the tit and left the midriff exposed. Jill's blouse may have exposed a little more than most blouses of this type but, what the heck. It wasn't like she. In his mind, he relished images of her body in yoga pants, in a bikini or a thong--and now--nude, awaiting his big cock!“I’ll be right back, baby!”He dashed down the hall to his bedroom and returned with his cell, taking dozens of pics of her in that position. She seemed oblivious to his sudden interest in photography. She was gyrating and masturbating, laying on her busy hand. She was fingering her clitoris, and her labia was spreading open, revealing her pink insides. He felt like he was.