What would I do.I though of uploading my picture again to see if I could change back again.But did I really wanted to do that? I ran my hand over my w...nderful and sexybody and the though of being a man again filled me with an unpleasant feeling. Iactually liked being female. Having a dick was fun and all that, but this bodywas just too good to be true.Out of curiosity I pressed the button upload. I expected to see the browsingwindow for the upload, but instead there was this message again:. High above his head he’d seen a row of closely-spaced wooden-sash windows, some displaying flower-pots on their sills with curtains in their upper half.Must be apartments up there, he guessed. He faced a stained glass-paned door, massively framed and fitted with heavy bronze hinges and locking pull handles. Gold-leaf lettering on a black slate spelled out “A. Goode, Attorney at Law.” Underneath, smaller letters said “Offices.”James Brightman and Michael Peterson stood behind him.“Push on in,. Mom had warned me that “Aunt Rose is not used to back talk, you be good and do exactly as she says or you’ll be in real trouble.” I walked into her living room and looked around. I had not come through this way when we arrived and I inspected everything in sight. There were pictures of her three daughters on the piano. Janet, the youngest, looked like she was about my age in the picture. Her hair was almost identical to my new style and what really seemed strange was that she was holding a. She was in great shape. Fit. Trimmed. As gorgeous as my own mother. This naughty itch swelled through me. Flashes of Mrs. Alberts naked body burst in my mind. I pictured her breasts, her daughter's figure but with larger breasts. Rounder. Not as big as mine, but plump. Perfect for playing with. What shade were her nipples? What did her pussy taste like?My cheeks burned as my pussy grew hotter and hotter, my juices soaking into my panties. I squirmed on the seat, my feet shifting beneath the.