She looked around her garden with satisfaction. It was a riot of colour and, she thought, quite well-kept. She heaved a sigh, picked up her empty glas... and walked back into the house. She put her glass into the dishwasher and locked the kitchen door. Then she picked up her coat and walked to the Oak with her coat over her arm. It was a lovely afternoon turning into evening, and there were a few men sitting outside the pub having a pint. They greeted Lizzie when she was near enough, they were. All youhave to do is ask for it and I shall let you have your heart's desire.The ability to turn yourself into a real woman whenever you fancy; for asmall price, you must understand." Josephine gulped, her voice catchingin her mouth, before she spoke to the woman asking her name. "My name isBrianna and I am your fairy godmother, and I will provide you with allyou need to allow you to become a real woman. Well what is your answer?"Peter/Josephine felt a stirring, a longing because this was. She followed his beautiful naked bum through to his living room where he had a small padded table with straps at each corner. "Let's get you naked and we can get to work on you." She didn't pick up on the "we" bit until it was too late. She also didn't spot the three cameras carefully placed to film the proceedings. They'd been there on Friday as well but she'd not seen them.Otis slowly stripped her naked again and caressing her naked flesh before he laid her on her back on the table, strapping. Later on those same guys could still be seen caressing Merci Poata’s breasts while they peacefully masturbated their own dicks. They would then continue to rest there after ejaculating and while their dicks slowly receded back into normal sized, soggy cocks again. On some occasions Keith saw men and boys just resting their heads on his mum’s lovely titties and doing nothing else ... no penis stroking or sexual foreplay. It was just a quiet and relaxed moment lying between the woman’s natural.