" It's a good thing that we almost have forty five minutes left." It was an argument with my father. He would get angry. I was older then. He swung a ...at at me. I dodged it. It just nicked my hand," Ray said it coldly without emotion.He had replayed so much of his life in his head. Trying different scenarios. What if I told the old bastard what he wanted to hear? What if I had hit him first, what if I moved to the left instead of the right? So many what ifs'. And it all amounted to the same. He was married and he had a very attractive wife. She had red hair, a nice thick body and big natural tits. My cock always got hard when I saw her and sometimes when he and I were having sex I would sometime imagine her being there. I even asked him about the possibility of her joining us one day and he said no as she did not know that he was bisexual and was fucking the k** who lived next door.But this one day......I was home alone and was doing some chores in the backyard when he stuck his. Grumpy grabbed the roll, pulled off two, moistened them with mineral spirits, and started rubbing the makeup. Two minutes later, the face of an ugly old man had been transformed into that of a lovely young woman. That was when she finally looked at him in the mirror. Those green eyes sparkled even more now than they had before. After a few seconds, she turned and stood. “I’m Judith.” “Frank,” he replied. Judith smiled and pulled the top half of her costume off. She didn’t drag him in, though she came close. The man did little more than shuffle his feet the entire way. Maggie held back her shock when she saw he didn’t have boots or even shoes on. ‘My name is Maggie. I’m going to help you get warm again, all right?’ His raised his head enough to look at her, then nodded. The sadness Maggie saw in his eyes made her wonder what put it there. Prying the buttons loose on the thin jacket he wore, she let it fall to the floor behind him. A red T-shirt was.