Liz began to make notes of what differences she was experiencing, including the loss of four periods, and then the severe cramps that had lasted all w...ek when she finally had her period. And now, her hair was getting noticeably lighter. and her waist had definitely trimmed. It was now down to twenty two inches, from the twenty four she had been before hand. Something was changing, and changing her with it.It was then that she thought that perhaps these were side effects form the experiment, but. “Mmm?” Was all she said as her breathing began to get deeper. “What are doing?” I asked, liking the attention, but unsure what to do.“Is it true about black men?” She asked looking up at me. I was dumbfounded, “Is what true?” She lightly laughed, “that they are much bigger than white guys?” Her hand was moving up and down my dick that was resting against my inner thigh, as it began to get even harder. “I think you should leave Jessica.” I said as she grabbed my dick through my pants and lightly. I brought you here, because I know yourlittle secret.OJ: What secret? (Struggling)Woman: I know you're a sissy, and like wearing frilly, pink dresses, andfrilly pink panties.OJ: That's none of your business.Woman: HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! That's right, you little faggot! Squirm. Squirm,like the little pansy that you are.OJ: HELP!!!Woman: It's no use. No one can hear you. Hey, Pervis, get your ass inhere, the pansy's awake.Pervis: (Walking in through the bathroom door) Well, look who it is. Youlook. Daphne was that artist.I ran a small company. I was in charge; my secretary was my office manager and my girl Friday. She was also my sister. I had two guys that made my detailed drawings, made copies, and ran errands. Up until then, the four of us had worked out very well, however, now I needed an artist too.Daphne was very sexy, quite open minded, and very outspoken too. She talked about guys that she had fucked and even girls that she had fucked too. Then she asked me if my sister and I had.