" Yes'm," I agreed, "indeed it is." Will you talk to her?" Me?" I asked, surprised. "Doubt I could do any good."'She never knew her father. At least y...u are a man." I can try, but I've never been good at talking to girls."The woman's name was Margaret, and she told me that her friends called her Peggy. Her daughter was Patricia. She opened the door to the hall and called her. I heard her hurrying down the stairs and was standing when she entered. She was a beauty, almost shocking in her demure. I put on some sweats and checked to see what I had to fix for dinner. Then my cell buzzed and there was a message from Mel that said he had checked the bus and there was one that left at 6 and he would pick me up at the station at 7:15. I looked at my watch and it was 10 after 5. I could make it without a problem because I wouldnt be taking much with me. I answered, C U at the station. About half way there I got another message from Mel telling me that a friend of his had surprised him and was. Although one of Ava’s favourite features had always been her arse, having spent years running, her thighs and arse had become firmly rounded and toned. Ava admired herself in the mirror for a moment. Her long blond hair fell down over her delicate shoulders, a few strands resting along the top of her collar bone as it reached down to the top of her breasts. Her skin held a light bronze tan, adding a contrast against her golden hair. Her deep blue eyes seemed to smile at her as she looked over. I looked up to see a man Ididn't recognise panting and pumping, his eyes shut. It made no senseto me at all, but I realised that I had not only become a woman, but awoman who was in the middle of getting fucked.I might have paniced and tried to get away if I wasn't so distractedby the fact that everything felt so good. As it was, my suddenbewilderment only made me give myself over to the sensations I wasfeeling. I felt a explosion of energy building up inside me, and Iclosed my eyes again and.