Would she even remember what had happened? I mulled it over, and – though I'm not proud of it – I came to the conclusion that the best solution w...uld be to try and keep her well oiled. As she had drunk so much yesterday, I reckoned that some of the alcohol would still be in her system, but I needed to top it up pretty quickly. It was likely she would be very dehydrated when she woke up, so that would be the ideal opportunity. How could I do that without it being too obvious? Suddenly I had. "Open up. We're the Feds."Cynthia, responding to her 'boy' name, did as she was told. The two menentered her home, showing her an official looking document that theyclaimed was a search warrant."Are you gay, Mr. Wilson?" Cynthia shook her head and meekly replied "Nosir." We have evidence that says otherwise. Your browsing history tells usthat you frequently visit 'transformation' sites. You're not married anddon't have a girlfriend, yet you've made thousands of dollars inlingerie, makeup,. I think the whole thing was dreamed up in the kids imagination... Yes... The best answer is the kid was jealous or suffers from an overheated imagination... Of course... Bye." What was that all about?", I asked."Just the back fence gossip. I'll tell you where the story started if you promise me you won't hurt the kid. Will you promise?" I promise I won't touch him.", I said but that didn't mean someone else wouldn't."You know Tommy Barnes?" Yeah, he's a little weasel; he got caught going. Allthe sensations I had felt minutes before occurred again, but this time inreverse order. I watched as my beautiful breasts shrank, my big nipplesfading back to their original color and size as my chest expanded and grewhair anew. Where nothing had been moments before, I felt my cock restoringitself, the testicles themselves finally emerging from somewhere within mybody. In moments it was over. I reached up to my face with now familiarhands and found my normal rough skin and coarse beard. .