“What’s with Susie?” I asked.“Oh, you know that she’s heard about your reputation. I think she wants the ‘Steve Adams Experience’, but s...e can forget it!”“That sounds like a ride at King’s Island!” I chuckled. “But don’t worry, I have no interest and I’m committed to you.”“I know! She’s harmless. Anyway, I’m sorry we don’t have time to go to the apartment tonight. I want my dad to change my curfew, but he’s kind of adamant about it. Do you think you could ask him to change it to 11:00pm?”“I can. ..............................................................................................I had fallen asleep in front of the TV and had not moved a muscle all night apparently as everything was as it was when I dosed off. Well perhaps I had moved one muscle I conceded looking at the cum stain covering a large part of the front of my pants. I had not had ‘an accident’ since I was a boy and considering I had not even cum myself in the dream was rather alarmed at this incident. For the next. When she returned, Sly was almost asleep."Hey, man, do I know you?"Sly started awake at hearing the deliberately deep voice. He blinked a couple times, then managed to focus on the figure in front of him. He started to laugh:"Ha ha heeeeh!! What the fuck ya doin', Jacks?"Jackie was dressed in a pair of Sylvester's jeans, t-shirt and boots, her long dirty-blonde hair tucked under a baseball cap. She had used the dimmer on the lights, and that, combined with her athletic form, obtained from daily. "Oh," Don moaned, his voice sultry, his deep male voice havingtranslated into a smoky, sexy feminine one. "That. That hurts."The young man's wide feet seemed to pull into themselves as the toesthemselves shrank. Bone scraped on bone and tendons and muscles shifteduntil his size 12 had shrunk into soft, pink tiny feet more fitting forhigh heels. He lifted one foot, massaging the skin until he realizedhe'd been trying to remember what he was doing."Oh!" Don exclaimed with a giggle after.